Fake Identity Novels & Stories

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

They have traced my bank card usage by matching it with my fake name. “Are you sure that they don’t know who you really are?” I ask. “Positive. I have a house and everything set up in Mac’s identity. They think that’s me and my house and have no idea who I really am.” I shrug. “If you say so.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means my father is an intelligent man. An evil, intelligent man and if he smells a rat he will find out your real identity as easy as pie.” “He won’t.”

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

I wondered, panting heavily as I dropped my legs on the floor, winching when my bare feet met the cold floor. I grabbed my laptop, my fingers dancing crazily as I typed in my name but there was nothing, as if I never existed. Jayce Beckett was no longer registered on the system. "What?" I whispered, my eyes widened as I lazily typed in my fake name and felt my pulse quickened when I found my fake information on the internet, replacing my real identity. Jayce Beckett or anything that could lead to my life as a federal agent had been wiped out of the internet, replaced with this fake identity and things that shouldn't really interest my targets.

I'm a paid slut. Yeah, get over it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, I plan on traveling the world and this is the fastest way to do so. Now, back to my story. We never get to know our client's name for confidential reasons. We also go by fake name for the same reason. User 677 is my client and Beverly Holly is my fake name. That's all you'll need to know. User 677 – Male. 46.

Liam snorted. "Jackson!" Kayden called. Jackson was shocked to see all the identities. What in the world...? "Investigate these names and anything to do with them," he handed the phone to Jackson so that he could get a clear look. "This is a crime, Kayden. Identity fraud," Liam said, casting a look at him. Jessica's fake names were Melody Knox, Sophie White, Megan Walters, Maya Jr. Hendrickson, and Laura Janes. Kayden's heart felt like it was pierced by needles. He felt like he had been cheated and taken advantage of by Jessica.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" He was right. The thought had crossed my mind. Fake my death, assume a new identity, start over somewhere Delacroix could never find me. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Would it work?" I asked. "Could I disappear?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Theoretically? Yes. I could help you. New identity, new location, completely off the grid. But Adrian, you'd have to give up everything. Your work, your reputation, your life. You'd be a ghost."

A single entry appeared deep in the archived logs: S. Marrow. Not Evelyn Marrow. Just S. Marrow. The room went still. Adrian saw the change in her expression immediately. “What did you find?” Aria didn’t look away from the screen. “I don’t think Evelyn Marrow is a real person.” “A fake identity?” he asked. “A constructed one,” she said slowly. “A cover identity. A ghost profile designed to erase someone completely from every system.” Silence settled again as the idea fully formed.

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.