Double Identity The Book Novels & Stories

It touched my heart remembering those memories. "Take the book with you." "Ma?" "The book, you can take it with you. It's yours to uncover your identity." She said with a smile. I was short of words and I bowed slightly towards her. "Thank you," I said. I held the book against my chest and left for my room. I entered and sat on the bed, flipping through the pages. From the information I gathered, my real pack lived in total secrecy from the rest of the world.

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

he showed her the pendant. “I didn’t notice I lost it; I had always had it with me,” Ada said as she collected the pendant. “I am sorry about your wife.” “Honestly, I was relieved when I found out about her. At least I don’t feel guilty for leaving her.” “At least I had the identity.” “Identity?” Ike asked, confused. “Yes, the identity of being both Joy and Ada,” Ada replied. “Of course you did,” Ike mocked. “So, will you be my wife?” he added.

Nikkie asked. “Because I wrote them down. I penned down every single thing I loved. The names of everyone I loved, their personalities, all the things pertaining to my world. I even drew the faces of my loved ones. The buildings, the food, the dressing… that's what helps me. Every day, I read the book, and the memory refreshes every day.” “Didn't you try finding a way to get back?” I asked. “I did. After numerous findings, I discovered a place that houses people like me, but they've all forgotten who they are. It is said that only one of them remembers their identity. One who never ages. And only that one holds the key to returning. But I couldn't find one.”

I stare at the book, at the faint light illuminating it. That man was a sorcerer. I’m dead sure of it. Why did he look like my dad? Was that some kind of spell to hide his real identity? Was he really shocked to see me? Or was I just imagining what I wanted to? With a long, deep breath, I open the book. It’s almost a relief to see empty pages. It must have some kind of protective spell on it as well, like the other books. This book— taken from a sorcerer rather than a victim, is an amazing lead. In fact, seeing the sorcerer at the accident site is a huge lead too.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” “It’s ok; baby girl” Josephine says, putting her arms around her. “If you are going to hide a new identity; make sure you tell me next time.” “One secret identity was enough” Simone giggles as Vince and Tyrone come back into the office, holding a stack of three chairs each.

Maria stared at her wide-eyed for a while, then she shook her head and smiled to the corner of her lip. "You are really something," she teased. "Can we just go straight to the point?" Mary pleaded. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry for wasting your time," Maria apologised. She took in a very deep breath, breathed out, and cleared her throat. "Have you ever sat to wonder why we both looked alike? Why was our identity mistaken for each other?" Maria asked. "Point of correction, why your identity was mistaken for mine. Of course, why else? We both look alike, and you seized the opportunity to fuck my good looking man," Mary replied.

Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear. It would not vanish. It simply waited quietly, reminding me of the line I once crossed, especially when everything seems stable. I agreed to her suggestion. My voice sounded normal. However, deep down, I knew something had changed. Whether we went on that trip or not, I could never return to the person I had been before. Yet, for the first time, I truly was not sure where the future would lead.

Ah, never did I know I should use my identity like this. 'Just for a book….' When he saw my name, she hurriedly bow down many times and profusely asked for my forgiveness. "I'm so sorry sir Jean! This will never happen again! I apologize for not paying attention to your identity. Now, if you will follow me sir, this way…." "I hope this never happens again." I nodded at her and she led the way to a room in the deeper part of the store. The room have wide variety of books. It looks like a library but she said it was just a room for books that wasn't for the public to casually buy.

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.