En Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

“But all of them are still me.” Lucien’s gaze sharpened slightly. “So identity coherence is no longer singularly interpreted.” The First Existence nodded once. “Correct. It is now distributed across simultaneous interpretive frames.” A pause followed, not of confusion, but of recalibration as language struggled to keep pace with structure. Rowan exhaled slowly. “So we are back to multiple versions of reality again?” Serah shook her head slightly. “No. Not multiple realities. Multiple readings of the same continuity.” Elara added calmly.

"That's not a person we can find and stop by finding him." "No. It's considerably worse than that. It means every access log, badge swipe, login we've been treating as evidence of a person could just as easily be evidence of nothing at all except someone else's stolen shape." Elodia's jaw tightened. "I don't know how deep this goes, Zariel. I suspect neither of us wants to find out how many other identities inside that building have been quietly worn by someone who was never actually there." "How do you even clone credentials like that. Remotely, without anyone noticing for months."

I lost my mind, finding imaginary birds circling around my head. “I could show you a copy of your transactions,” she began and my phone beeped. I held my breathe, refusing to check my email. “So I can't withdraw?” “No, Ma'am. It's blank.” The last word rang a bell in my ears. “Okay,” I muttered. “Did you know who came here to withdraw?” She hesitated for a bit. “Please, I have a bad memory,” I lied. “Sure. It was your husband, Mr. Julian. He made the withdrawal yesterday around noon.”

Jack didn’t answer immediately; he looked troubled to reply to the question, but he came up with this conversation because he wanted to make Nessa aware of it. “He was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder.” Jack paused; he waited for Nessa’s reaction, but the woman only stared at him with confusion. “What is that?” That sounded fancy, but Nessa didn’t have any idea about it. “Alpha Keagan has more than one personality. As far as we know, there are three of them.” Jack then explained in more detail about the three Alpha Keagan’s personalities. He used simple words for Nessa so she could understand because, apparently, she had never heard anything about it.

" Hey, you! Watch where you walk " Two voices followed, the first one came from behind Om while the other one came from the person standing at the entrance looking at him with twisted lips. But Om didn't look away from the person before him. They called her Ekiya it's mean it's her only. However, he looked at them too only to curse himself while squeezing his eyes shut in the hope to see correctly as he is seeing three Ekiya. One is with a big belly, another one is with a small showing belly and the last one is with a flat belly.

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.

Claire seemed to be in a better mood when Charlie explained this, but she still asked with some doubts, “Then, why do these rich people need so many different identities?” Charlie laughed and said, “A sly man usually has more than one plan to fall back on, let alone such a wealthy person, right? Some countries do not allow their citizens to have dual citizenships or multiple citizenships, and in this case, they would have to use multiple identities to solve this problem. It’s just like those agents in the movies that you often watch. Each agent has several passports and identities. These things are all very normal.” Having said that, Charlie continued comforting her, “Think about it. Since s

“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.

Shane said as he sat back in his chair. She stared at the picture before looking up at Marcus. “Get everything on this man, and how the company connects to Sovereign,” she said, handing Marcus the folder. “I think Sovereign uses three different identities constantly,” Marcus continued. She raised an eyebrow. Marcus placed three photographs on the bed. “Costantino Andrea,” he pointed at one, an Italian man with greying hair. “Konstantin Malkov,” he pointed at a bald Russian, “and Augustus Marcelo.”

A change in identity? And that was when I spoke too soon the man handed me over a card and that was my ID. To be more specific a fake ID, this had gone too far now. "Master prepared it for you in advance just like before." (Mr. Bill) Why is this person's life so miserable? Can't even live like himself for a single day and on top of that has a father like an ice block who loves to torture his son until he faints. Elsa pitied the body she was living in without realizing it was her who was more pitiful, to begin with.