Fake Identity Novels & Stories

he asked me again, which is why I was forced to take his cell phone and put it to my ear. "He-hello, this is Zedrick's wife. Who is this?" I answered nervously. "Hi ma'am, this is Jesille from BHS Company. My boss is asking if Sir Zedrick is available later?" said the woman on the other line. I looked at Zedrickwho is busy driving. Embarrassed, I answered the person on the other line. "My husband and I are on vacation, so he can't come later." I saw Zedrick still shaking his head, because of my response. I don't know how to talk so the explanation I made was natural.

Just as her colleagues were marveling at her capabilities, a news story erupted. Imogen suddenly became the center of attention in her department. The hashtag "#SentencedForImpersonatingAnother'sDegree" quickly gained traction. Upon reading the news, it was uncovered that a woman named Zoey Layton had fraudulently assumed the identity of Norvania Aerospace Academy's top graduate through her parents' connections. As a result, both Imogen's true identity and that of the impostor were brought to light. Fortunately, the impostor who had impersonated Imogen had her credentials revoked.

Neglecting to tell the truth still counts as a lie. I'M four episodes deep into my shameless N*****x binge, that has now migrated to my bedroom, when my phone lights up. It's face up on my old nightstand, and the number isn't in my contacts, but I recognize it immediately as the same one crinkled inside my purse. I hit deny, for the third time in the past hour. I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer.

He asked looking at me confused. "It's just a fake account that is used by a creep to impersonate someone else and it was easy to get people with it because they present themselves as everything you always wanted, that's why it's always advisable to be careful." I explained to him. He seemed to at least catch on to what I was saying and he nodded his head letting it sink in.

“I couldn’t have recognized you with your ID because it wasn’t yours, to begin with. You even entered Singapore with a fake identity. If the authorities get to know about this, then you’ll be at risk of being imprisoned for impersonating someone else.” He continued, “Do you want to know with what identity you set off from China to Singapore?” I didn’t even dare to nod. He means that I intentionally faked my identity beginning all way from China to Singapore “I should tell you anyway, maybe you’ll be clear once you remember.” “You landed here not as Laia Parkers, but as Isha Vivekanand. ..................

Having Jane's face made me unrecognizable for a while now. "You have to have a fake identity to make all these missions work," continued Beatrix. "False identity?" "Yes, you can start by making up a name for yourself at this time. Not Celine Young," Beatrix said again. I stroked my chin. Beatrix looks so serious this time. Beatrix who just moments ago didn't believe me now looked more serious than myself. "I can't think of a name for myself other than Celine Young. I'm Celine Young, Beatrix. Don't you know that?" I replied.

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."

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

After a moment, he pulled the phone from his pocket and handed it over. I pretended to dial, reminding him to keep his eyes on the road. The moment my call connected to my dad's line, a message notification popped up on Bruce's screen. [Baby, when are you coming to see me? I've been waiting for days!] The profile photo was Jessie's. And the user she was messaging… had a profile photo identical to my father's. Bruce had created a fake account pretending to be my father. So that was it. Bruce had impersonated my father, added Jessie's contact, and used my dad's identity to make her his mistress.