Fake Identity Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, wondering why Aiden was so blind to what’s right in front of him. Just like his past girlfriends that I helped him get rid off by anonymously presenting them with proof of them cheating or using him for their selfish desires. Sometimes, I get them to leave him by seducing them till they fall into bed with me. I don’t go all the way with them, just enough to create a really incriminating situation before threatening to call Aiden to come over right now. I was gay as hell. Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then.

“Because I have a thing for bitches with shady pasts. Anyways, I ran a facial recognition through plenty plenty of databases around the globe for women, or children whom matters her appearance. I came up with a lot of names. Like finding a thin hay stick in a hay stack.” He looked at me. “Anything else you got for me?” I was silent for a moment, flashing through my memory banks for anything helpful. “I am guessing the boy is not on any record too.” “Yep.” “Tell me. How can someone pulled this off?” “Well-” He Left his seat and grabbed himself a juice box. “ they either had a real identity before and now they have a made up one or they had a fake identity and n

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

The job wouldn’t clash with my classes, but how on earth was I going to convince a billionaire family that I was a mature, twenty-five-year-old graduate? “Even you don’t tell me,” Jessica continued. “I know you’re having a difficult time paying for your dad’s treatment... that’s why I went online looking for a reliable job for you.” “Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?”

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.

"Visa Infinite. Mastercard Black. American Express Centurion. None are fake." "Why would they be fake? I'm an exemplary citizen. I pay my taxes. Well, Christopher's accountants pay them." "You are an incubus who assumed the identity of a human heir," he stared at me. "Most supernatural beings use fake identities. Fake documents. Fake cards." "I'm not most." I smiled, a thin smile. "I'm a Rockefeller. Everything is real. Including the golden retriever that hates me." "You have a golden retriever?" asked Reyes, momentarily distracted.

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

After a few seconds, I suddenly heard slight cracking noises which caused me to open my eyes and wander around the area to see if someone is coming. > This land belongs to a pack, Freya, we need to get out of here now. You need to shift. < Kodaline shouted frantically in my mind and I didn't argue with my wolf anymore when I felt like someone was so close to approaching us now. I quickly took off my ragged dress and tied it around my shoulder. I immediately shift into my wolf form and let Kodaline take over my body. We wasted no more time and we quickly ran away, that was when I'm certain that someone is following us, it looks like the border patrol of this pack land is following us.

I dropped out from university because I can't afford it and I need to save my parents from being killed by these 2 evil man I got a lot of identity to cover up my private life. No one knows that my real name is Cassandra. I told people that my name is Natasha. "Do you got me the access?" I asked "Of course darling" Patt put my fake ID and invitation in front of me. I smirked looking at my ID. Today my name is Madeline "6.30 right?" I asked "Yes and we already prepared everything for you" He gave me a small gun and I can put this inside my dress and a safe place so if there's an emergency. I have my backup

How strange to be known not as the son of Captain Radoon Gydlin but as Bjorn Gydlin, the one who stood up for the Walkers. He tried joining the website, but they refused him membership. The administrators considered him a scammer, trying to pass himself off as the lead protagonist of the surface world adventure, and the harder he pushed for acceptance, the smaller became his online world. They blocked his access and locked him out. He reached into the fanbase, doing searches according to remembered pseudonyms, seeking to uncover the Airbornes behind the fake names. The effectiveness of false identities erodes with time. Users leave breadcrumbs. Every written word becomes a potential clue tow