En Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

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.

With that said, the old man continued, “The other kind is more complicated. This person would have a set of real identity information, but this set of information is encrypted within the system and has somehow become a one-way identity.” Vera asked, “What does one-way mean?” The old man explained, “One-way means that his identification card, passport, driver’s license, and even his household registration, marriage certificate, and identification documents are real. His identification number is also real, but if anyone in the system wants to look up information on him, they will not be able to find anything. For example, if I want to check on the people named Charlie Wade in the whole country

He was right. “He reminded me of Vicki. I couldn’t let Jasmine take him; or anyone else” Paul says turning to look at his other son. “I needed him as far away as possible. I found the best boarding school money could buy and I sent him there.” “And his company when he first came back?” Richard asks him. “I thought he would leave again and not come back” Paul tells him. “I didn’t count on him making a name for himself under a different identity.” “Why didn’t you tell me about him?” Richard questions. ‘He’s answering all the others, I might as well add my own in’ he says to himself.

As they spoke, it recorded what seemed to be like an otherworldly painting. “Kind of a weird thought,” said Eva, “but theoretically, they could awaken all your clones at the same time. There would be multiple you’s, but each one with different perspectives and thoughts and paths. Like, from that point on, each one’s gonna have their own different memories and lives.

His voice then suddenly turns bright, “Ah! Have you tried that out? The one I mentioned before.” “Which one?” for sure I’ve lost count, he has been the idea generator since the plan started. Listening to my puzzled voice, Victor explains, “You can have multiple identities. You’re Henry Nosrevi, you’re Henrietta Chandelier, and now, you just need another one. Create a fake F******k account, connect with him, and you find out more about him.” Fake F******k account? Creating more identities might be risky for me, but if it’s an online character like Victor portrayed… Then I guess it might work.

I asked. She shook her head. “I haven’t had a place to call home since I left the Clan. I have a few storage units strategically located around the world that contain additional stuff,” she said. “And more identities when needed?” I guessed. “Yes, that too,” she admitted. “Well, welcome home, I guess. I don’t really know how this mating stuff is supposed to work,” I confessed. “This is all knew to me.” “Me, too,” she said softly.

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.