Her True Identity Novels & Stories

Until they found her and locked her down, she had to be considered a wild card. Havel probably knew Leeza best, yet he hadn't had a clue as to her true identity. He hadn't known that her father wasn't Krystoff Koba, hadn't known of her alternate identity. Hell, he hadn't even known the extent of her combat skills until he heard details of her escape from the mansion and, later, once they figured out what the hell had gone on at the hospital, of her rescue of her mother.

"She is not some random girl. She is the same person as Monica V." "What!" Jake sat up straighter, genuine surprise crossing his face. Or what looked like genuine surprise. "The PA who drugged you? The one who is nowhere to be found?" "Yes," Grayson said flatly. Ivan was very careful not to look at Jake. "But why did she do what she did? Was she part of your one-week girlfriend rotation back then or something?" There was something in the way he asked the question. "I do not know," Grayson admitted. "I cannot remember her at all. But Trevor found her real identity and I feel like there is something much more going on here. Something bigger."

She must have found out about my death and could not help feeling happy about it. When she entered the house, she was holding red roses in her hand. I hated those flowers. She placed the roses in front of my picture. There was a white cloth over me when she looked at me and said to Camden, "You should cremate her soon. Her body will start rotting." Lynn smiled as she approached Camden. "Thank you, Camden." "What are you thanking me for?" Lynn continued smiling at Camden's words. "I know everything. They said that she died being pierced by the fish tank's glass. It cannot be a coincidence. Were you worried my fake death would be discovered?”

Taking a deep breath, she reached out and placed her hand gently on Jacob's, offering him solace and understanding. "You're right, Jacob," Katie confessed, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "I've known your true identity for some time now. I discovered it unintentionally, but I chose to keep it hidden, waiting for the right moment to share the truth." Jacob's eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting with astonishment. "How...how did you find out?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

“Then what about the fact that she lied about her identity to enter our company?” I go completely still. My eyes lock onto hers. She knows. The realization crashes through me immediately. “Yes,” she says quietly after seeing my reaction. “I know who she truly is. I know she’s Amara Roosevelt. The only daughter of the Roosevelt family.” “What?” My voice comes out almost broken. “And you still wanted to send her to prison?” Her eyes flicker away briefly. “I didn’t know at first,” she says slowly. “I only found out around that time. That’s why I changed my mind about sending her there.”

She wants me to find out who I am --- and that could only mean that she knows my identity, as a witch! My eyes kept chasing her face, but she won’t lift hers, as if she does not want to reveal who she is. “Who are you?” I asked again. “Questions are forbidden. Only clues are given,” she answered without smiling. “But I want to know-“ I almost stepped forward to lift her hood, but she immediately stepped back. This time, she was not happy. “A tribulation will come to you. You will have a conflict with your identity,” she said firmly. “Only you can find who you are.”

She clears her throat again. I hold my breath. “The truth is I haven’t been forthcoming these last few months,” she begins slowly. “I’ve been hiding under this identity.” The crowd explodes into murmurs and flashes, before someone shouts, “What do you mean, Miss St. James? Are you saying you’re not who we think you are?” She hesitates, eyes flicking to me. I give her a small nod — go ahead. “Yes,” she says finally, her voice trembling. “My real name is actually Ivy Sinclaire Valemont.”

I couldn't imagine how she was living with that memory she had endured a lot. This time, the curious part of me was much stronger than the emotional part. I wanted to know her main reason for writing to me, I turned to the next page of the paper and proceeded with the message. "Well, I will like to inform you and as a purpose of my writing, that as I write now, Morgan has discovered my real identity and I know that he's planning to eliminate me to hide his truth.... He knows about my ability, he knows I can know his past and his present just the way I know that you're Silene not Kevyra. Whatever happened in the future is going to be unknown to me and that's why the reason I am letting you kn

"How are you feeling now sweethearts? Seth, I think we have to tell her today without failure." "Yes darling. I am sure it is time she knows the truth about who she really is. That was the plan remember?" My dad responds whilst lovingly gazing at my mom. "What are you guys talking about? What identity? What truth?" I almost scream at them. I am panicking. What other identity could I have? Was I adopted? My dad kisses my forehead and tells me not to worry. "We will eat first then go show you our favorite hide out. There we will explain everything baby girl. Stop panicking. And no, you were not adopted."

There was no way she could make me feel guilty over taking a stand for myself anymore. “I talk to people this way,” I muttered, “especially when those people have no identities.” I don’t know why I kept mentioning that, but a part of me knew I was trying to get to know who she was. And the only way I thought I could do that was to intimidate her, and it worked. She blurted out her identity, and I was so not ready for it. “I am his wife, his first wife, and his chosen mate,” she answered from the other side, shaking the world from under my feet.