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And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

I take a deep breath and walk in front of him, making him lock eyes with me. “Not today”, I whisper, and his eyes move from mine to Paul. I can see his brows furrow. And I can almost tell what he is thinking. I pull Alec to our table, and his parents join us to celebrate our fake wedding day. I could almost swear that he was real to him. I wish it were, and I hope he would think like that at least, because I feel myself falling head over heels for him. I think my heart is being shattered every time he says this is fake, that he only wants my body.

When one alternate identity takes control of the body, this identity also has full control of the body for some time. DID or MPD is not like an alter ego. The change of identity in people who have an alter ego occurs in a conscious state and is still under one's own control. In other words, the alter ego owner does not forget the memory of the character change process, and still has full authority in exchanging identities and in full consciousness.

Noticing his expression, Mable held his hand and continued, "So, after that incident, he started undergoing psychological treatment. For several years, he lived secluded in the castle under Linders Mountain, and the treatment was effective. As long as he doesn't lose control of his emotions, the alter ego won't appear. “However, recently, when Rory tried to take me away in Faiser, I suddenly discovered that his alter ego had reappeared. I don't know when his alter ego appeared, but it seems to have been long, and even Adam didn't notice." Blair tensed his jaw, remaining silent. "Rory's alter ego can be extreme sometimes, and those who anger him won't have a good outcome. But regardless of wh

He smiles in a sinister way as he kept the soul with him and a crystal falls unto his palm, by which he proudly whispers and claims. “Now, where should I start?” With a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and the five years in a helpless state, he changes the dull days into a fruitful one as he rewrites its life into the perfect novel to establish the flawle

the kind I wanted to tear off her body. But the high faded fast. I looked at the screen, at her fake face, and felt sick. Self-loathing crashed over me. Pathetic. I was the Summit Alpha. I could have any woman I wanted. Yet here I was, getting off to a fake video of an eighteen-year-old girl. Fake. It was all fake. I reached out to close the app. Then, my nose flared. The scent hit me. It was faint, drifting through the crack in the door. But to an Alpha, it was loud.

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.

“A-Alter?” Castellana repeated, both confused and in disbelief. “She introduced herself as Ellana,” the alpha replied. “I do not know the exact reason, but she said that you will never know–” “Alaric Ivanov!” she shouted, catching him off guard. “What alter are you talking about?!” “I consulted Dr. Annie beforehand about your situation and she said that it is most likely that you have an alter, a personality with behavior, memory, and way of thinking different from you.”

[Your ex-mate's methods aren't exactly honorable] I called him back immediately: Garrett's voice was steady and commanding: "Instead of arguing rules with him, why don't we change the rules? I admire your talent. Interested in a more valuable pack?" I held my breath. The call ended. My assistant called frantically again: "This is bad, Ms. Lynn! All our client contracts got cancelled suddenly. They're saying Alpha Kieran personally called them!" I gripped my phone tightly— Kieran was cutting off my escape routes. Taking my shares and team was just to force me to submit. But he forgot that this pack's core healing techniques and connections were all my creation. Push me too far, and I won't be