Double Identity The Book Novels & Stories

I replied. It wasn’t. She flipped another page, and I felt my chest tighten again because I knew what was coming next. Her finger stopped on a section, tracing a line slowly like she was making sure she wasn’t reading it wrong. “This part,” she said. “This talks about creating a parallel identity with shared history.” I stayed silent. “That’s not just theory,” she continued. “That’s a plan.” “It was an idea,” I said. “That you signed,” she replied, lifting the file slightly again.

She stood in front of the cloaked people that I saw from the previous pages, as if commanding them. “Ahearn?” I asked, perplexed. That's my last name. Was I right? Can this book really be the key to finding out my identity? I observed the woman once again and saw that we had very similar eyes. I turned to the mirror then placed her picture next to my face. I gasped in shock and covered my mouth when I saw how our eyes looked like the exact replica of each other. I heard some heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, so I swiftly brought the book back to my father’s desk, making sure that it was in the exact same position where it first was, then stealthily escaped the library.

The faint words could be heard from the radio ∫∫∫… know who you are, know your identity…∫∫∫ He reminisced about his life so far and thought of how he finally reached his status quo but can only marvel on how God does His things. Life itself is the toughest school. You never know what class you are in, what exam you’ll have next and can’t cheat because nobody else has the same question paper. ‘Wow, this is awesome,’ he said to himself. He suddenly realized that his eyelids had become heavy and so, allowed himself to be overcome by sleep as he closed his eyes in the actualization of whom he really is. The sound of the siren had woken them up from a beautiful sleep. At first, it was a distant

But I was glad that we had been able to prove my identity and put their fears to rest. As we left, I couldn't help but reflect on the old woman's words. She may have been sceptical, but she was also smart. She knew that our identity was something that could never be faked by an imposter. And that was a comforting thought, knowing that even during chaos and uncertainty, our identity and our place in the world would always remain true.

But then I can’t stop, as I’ve only just started. I have to finish what I began. Only then will I truly be free of my grudge. As I try to leave the living room, my eyes gloss over the book sitting on the center table. It’s the gift from Zeath, and I’m only now realizing that I never even bothered to look at the title, which reads: ‘When gods speak arousal’. ~ The race event gathers all the dust it can. All news agencies are casting it. And as it all happens, I’m in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror while saying goodbye to the identity I’ve known for three years.

is not it ! I was confused while thinking, then I raised my head sighing to look at the library again. There was a distinctive book that was longer than the rest of the books but a little high. Curiosity and love of exploration forced me to raise my body and try to pick it up many times until I succeeded with difficulty..but because I took it from its corner, I dropped some papers from it. It was accidentally folded inside, so I bent over to put it back in. I was collecting them and did not bother to open them so as not to exaggerate the violation of Chris' privacy, but .. one of them was not paper, its texture was like a picture!

To give that up was to lose everything they knew about themselves. "I'll go first," Caspian said. He stepped forward, his body still flickering slightly. He had been a "Glitch" longer than anyone else. To him, identity was already a broken thing. He walked into the white room and sat in the chair. The Librarian followed him. She placed the silver helmet over his head. "Wait," Caspian said, his voice trembling. "Will I still be... will I still be me?" "You will be the 'Me' that was there before they started writing," the Librarian whispered.

“Why are you helping me?” David doesn’t turn or glance over his shoulder to look at me as he says, “Too many people lie. At least with you, I know you’re being honest.” It seems like a strange answer, like there’s a lot more under the surface of his statement, but I don’t have the chance to ask him before he’s disappearing between the stacks. I’m at the table, making my way through a huge stack of books and old texts that I collected an hour ago, when I come across another spell for exchanging identities, this one strong enough to even deceive one’s mate.

he demanded. "This book… was your life!" Mister Vacio revealed, remaining calm like before. He opened the book and revealed an image of a boy that has a pink colored hair. "I have plenty of books, Lucas. Those were the lives of all the people who remained alive after the Neo Belleza incident." What was he saying? The man on that book didn't even look like him! That wasn't him, nor Blaze Harper nonetheless. He was Lucas Martin alone. That was this only identity.

I thought the book is the key to my question, but it brought more puzzles. I read the book over and over meanwhile my heartbeat is not steady as it would burst out any time. "You can't leave me in the middle." I screamed out of my lungs but only empty papers met my frustrations. "Argghh!!" I threw the book onto the floor. Frustrations and anger combined together which rolled down through my cheeks in the form of tears. Only three persons know the real identity of Heil. But two were already dead. And the remaining one, I don't think I can able to stand in front of him other than chocking his life with my bare hands.