En Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

Avery winced at the name, but offered a small smile. There it was again, that name. The one Avery was supposed to respond to. Supposed to remember. But it still felt like a stranger’s name, stitched onto her like a label she hadn’t chosen. And yet, here was this woman—Gloria—this kind, broken-eyed woman, who knew that name like it belonged to someone she loved. Avery stood there, feeling the weight of two identities pressing down on her: the one she had built after the accident, and the one everyone kept trying to hand back to her.

The people who tried to please Gary earlier now hesitated, their eyes shifting nervously between me and him, unsure of what to do. "Mr. Lane, have they mistaken?" The others, as if waking from a dream, exchanged confused glances, all bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. Shannon, still looking wronged, clung to Gary. "Gary, aren't you the general manager of the Wing Group? You help Luke get revenge!" Shannon, clearly an idiot, still believed these people were allies of Gary. Her eyes filled with both resentment and satisfaction, no longer even pretending to hide her true feelings.

If you restore your identity as Miss Three, she will be Miss Four, "Henry Herme said. Mary Ye, this speed is okay! Upon hearing this, Mary Ye pinched her thigh with tears in her eyes and said, "Yuri, I don't blame you for not telling me your true identity back then, but now I've finally found my own home. Why are you so cruel and trying to steal my identity? I know

Ferisha asked. "Yes, I use three identities. three identities. Is there a problem with that?" Valentino asked a little surprised when he saw the detective's probing face. "But you can get caught in cases of fraud or document falsification if you continue to use a false identity," Ferisha said sharply.

The detective said over the phone. “So what, you're saying she doesn't exist! Is she a ghost!" Nicole yelled. “What I'm saying is that it's either someone wiped out all her details or she's using a fake identity." Nicole was thoughtful for a while. It did make sense since he couldn't get any useful information even with her face scan. “If she's using a fake identity, how do we get to know who she really is?" Nicole asked. “We would have to trail her for the time being. Know where she goes everyday, where she lives and those she associates with. That might give us a little idea."

I tried remembering details, no, they only asked for my email. "No" I mumbled and he stared at me confused. "It's not possible, you must have given out your number" he said. "Maybe because I'm a scholarship student" I said and he paused. "Scholarship student?" He queried staring at me strangely. "Yes" I answered. "The school doesn't offer scholarships" he dropped the bombshell and my mouth went wide open in shock. What???

"My dear, there are so many way you can travel without a passport" "I know but there's one other thing", Rita said. "Which is?", Theresa asked with a confused expression on her face. Rita narrated everything she witnessed between his parents to her. The more she spoke, the more she was convinced that Edmundo wouldn't escape. "I'll be damned. I actually thought his father was supporting him on this", Theresa said. "I thought so too but it turns out that they're two different characters who just share the same blood", Rita said.

What she really wanted was. "Influence," she realized. "Money's just tokens. Real power shapes systems." "Philosophical evolution. Morgan will be pleased." But Morgan expressed concern rather than pleasure when Elena reported progress. "You're fragmenting. Multiple identities, simultaneous operations, no central purpose. Where's Elena in all these ghosts?" "Elena is all of them." "No. Elena is none of them. You've created so many masks, you've forgotten your face." The words stung because they held truth. PhantomByte, NightShade, her corporate consultant persona, each felt equally real and false. The broken omega who'd wanted only Theo back seemed like ancient history.

“Yes.” The room went quiet. That mattered. The seven were not clean pieces of Marcus. They were seven people built from overlapping material— each with memories altered by the process that created them. The Curator said: “This case became one of the foundations of the One Identity Act.” Claire’s voice rose from below. “Because courts couldn't decide.” The Curator answered: “Yes.” “And your solution was to force the seven back into one legal identity.” “Yes.” “What happened?” Long pause. “They refused.”

, Maria defended. Henry was confused he stared at Maria, then the new girl, who they claimed was Mary, and then Maria again. He took his gaze to Maria's parents, then he fixed it back on the girl. She didn't look like it was not real, and it was so hard for him to believe that two Marys were present in the room. "Come on Maria, you and I know this isn't a mannequin but a human", Clifford argued. "Then prove it Dad, prove that she isn't fake. Why do we look so much alike and share the same DNA when you have never told me mom had two kids?" Maria asked.