En Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

Harder to breathe, as Sky is waiting for his answer. “You’re right, I am not the Payne that you know… But I am also Payne in a sense.” Said the man, as he calmly approached the chair and sat. “I am what you called another persona of Alpha Payne.” “Multiple Personality Disorder.” Muttered Sky as her eyes widen by the revelation. “I… I read this one medical book in my family’s library, about people with more than one identity inside of their body.” The man clasped his hand, and looked at Sky, “Oh, You’re smarter than I thought, yes, but also, no.”

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.

James was a little puzzled. Scarlett explained, “It’s like this, James. The Transgenerational Group is going to be transformed into a world-class organization. Thus, an identity tag is a representation of being employed under the Transgenerational Group. It’s similar to a person’s identity card. It’s unique and encrypted by the latest electronic encryption system. It’s something that cannot be replicated or faked.” “Oh, okay. Go ahead then.” James realized that Scarlett had done a lot during this period. The identity tag sounded very high-end.

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

One none of them had ever heard spoken in connection to him before, a Founder surname, old and weighted, attached to a full identity, complete with a birth record predating the fire by several years, an identity someone had clearly constructed and hidden away with the same careful precision Jonathan had used to hide everything else across this long, layered mystery. Lucien read it silently. Then again. "I don't understand," he said finally, his voice unsteady. "Two names. Two identities. Which one is real?" "Maybe both were," Elara said softly. "Maybe you were born one person and became another the night everything changed."

Clea asked Kali. "Yeah, yeah. Apparently, it's a mental illness. In rare cases, when a person is severely traumatized, their brain often creates a different identity. A consciousness that helps them deal with the stress. It's a trauma response and it's called Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder. A condition in which two or more distinctive identities or personality states alternate in controlling a person's consciousness and behaviour. So... this guy, huh, Hunter, is one of the personalities Tarik created to deal better with his trauma. I can't believe I'm saying this, but now it makes sense that you don't wanna be with him." "This is crazy. This is horrible."

"The face isn't repeating." She held up the photograph. "The identity is." Silence. Then understanding began spreading. Slowly. The child in the records wasn't one person. The records were reusing one profile. One template. One constructed identity. One fictional child moving through multiple programs. Multiple sites. Multiple years. The same face. The same progression. The same fabricated continuity. The realization felt awful. And important. Very important.

"The deceased men found under bridge…" "Yeah, not the same guy." I nodded and said, "Many identities. He can use many identities for transport, food and for his daily necessities. But he can only use one Identity for drawing money, right? Because if we draw money from various identity, the back will automatically block us from transaction." He let out a chuckle and said, "Hold on. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back." And walked out of the cabin. Since, Ace helped me out last night, I'll return a favour for him. This is only a favour. Nothing more than that.

I definitely don’t want to be caught up with this pack when I could be with her. The only rub is that she isn’t just my mate. My brothers and I are identical. The only thing that sets us apart is how we wear our hair, tattoos/piercings, and how we carry ourselves. If not for those things, no one could ever tell which of us is who. That being said, we are meant to share a mate. That’s how the Goddess works. When multiples are identical, they share a soul and share a fated mate. If multiples aren’t identical, they will have their own mates.

Camera footages from my apartment couldn’t give a clear facial recognition but I had a feeling Hannah was back with more than one baggage. I quickly scanned through the documents where some interesting notes about her was written. There was surely one thing that caught my interest. “DID?” I said as I read through her profile. Hannah Wellston suffered from Dissociation identity Disorder or simply put multiple personalities, not schizophrenia, not OCD, DID. “Yes. Originally there were five personalities, Hannah, Michael, Dot, Patty and Erica. Out of all the personalities, Erica has a high score in an ASPD test.” “Antisocial personality disorder.” I said and he nodded.