Fake Identity Novels & Stories

Alex uttered. Finn almost flinched but he tried to comport himself. “Jared was her lover on my dating platform, ‘Love Station” He continued; “Do you remember I told you about someone who used my identity on my own app?” He snapped his fingers. “Well, I'm glad you were able to clear the air, so Rita doesn't think you are pretending not to be Jared and about your dead creation, I’m no longer surprised, everyone now believes Love station is filled with fake identities and multi identities “ Finn remarked and his brother whined softly.

I couldn't afford to become distracted. Mingmei was in her first year of university. It didn't take long for me to add myself to their roster of professors under the guise of Dr. Jayden Woodgate. An alias I had chosen in order to make the school believe I was who I said I was. I had chosen not to steal someone else's identity for fear that my plan would be discovered. It would be far easier to create an identity instead. All I had to do was make my identity seem as real as possible, and they wouldn't become suspicious. It took a while to create such a deep hack. I didn't want to risk anyone figuring out what I was about to do.

It was this guy beside me who had the idea of telling them. I pressed my lips together. We are going to my fake pad where I live. And my fake work as a freelance graphic designer who has already had commission work with the biggest companies nationally and internationally. And my fake history life, where at the age of six, I lost my parents due to an accident, and my grandmother took care of me until I graduated, and last year, my grandmother died of old age. I have no family. What a sad fake life for Vara Samonte, and an idiot who'll fall in love with this guy. That's his idea again. I hissed.

He could be courteous to others, but not to her. She had to manage every aspect of his life—even his secret girlfriend. And it was exhausting, even with the hefty salary. But accepting the offer meant deceiving people. "Unless they never find out" She was 100% sure that Oliver would agree to the utmost confidentiality of his proposal of a fake relationship. After all, uproar will happen if the truth is revealed. And it’s not like they would continue the fake realtor ship for a year. it’s just for a few months and viola! Everyone was happy.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Justin said “How can we undo it? I can’t live with her not knowing who I am. I looked into her eyes and it was empty. She doesn’t even remember me!” Damian said “I can get a witch to undo it. I would make some calls and go into town, hopefully we can find Grace there” Justin said “Grace? Your ex?” Sally asked “Yeah, if anybody can pull this off, it is her. She is talented and powerful. She is also good at what she does” Justin said

“Triton just tried to dox you.” “I know,” Ethan said. “You stopped them?” “No,” he replied. “I fed them.” Vanessa looked confused. “You what?” “I uploaded a full digital profile into a system mirror—same name, same age, same school history, same university record… but a fake past.” “What kind of past?” “One that shows me as a failed entrepreneur. Filed for bankruptcy at 19. Family kicked me out. History of mental instability.” Aiden laughed. “You crafted a poison pill persona.”

It wasn’t mine anymore. Later that day, with trembling hands and a chest that felt too tight to breathe, I used an old ID template from college. It was a fake profile I had created during a security course, back when I thought hacking was just a clever skill, never imagining I would rely on it for survival. But that day, I did. I purchased two one-way bus tickets under false names, identities that no one would trace, names that would never appear on a missing persons list. They were new names, new lives, and new ghosts to carry.

The tax IDs were fabricated, generated using a highly advanced algorithm that mimicked real-world identity fluctuations, making them utterly convincing but impossible to verify against public records. The professional history: His entire career, the flawless litigation history, the complex security architecture reviews, the client testimonials—all were meticulously fabricated, utilizing historical data from real, deceased persons whose digital footprints were too faint to raise suspicion. He was a digital ghost—a non-entity built from the ashes of others.

I said, pointing at the Beacon Street location that probably cost more per month than I’d made in the past year. “Real name, real date of birth, everything. Your height, obviously.” She leaned back in her chair with the casual confidence of someone who’d never worried about getting arrested for fraud. “In case anyone ever questions you, I suggest dropping your wallet at some point. Restaurant, hotel lobby, somewhere public. Creates a paper trail.” A paper trail. For my fake identity. This is my life now. “Makes sense,” I heard myself saying, because apparently my sleep-deprived brain had decided this was all perfectly logical. I pulled out my wallet and slid t