Identities Book Novels & Stories

My eyes caught a beautiful book which has a dark blue cover with a silver coating over it. Picking it in my hands I tried to open it however it was locked. Trying my hairpin to unlock the lock I kissed victory as I opened it only to find out that it's not a book but an album of pictures. This is an album of a newborn small child, turning pages after pages I realised that it's a whole grown-up journey of someone who is looking familiar to me as I am turning pages and the guy's features turning familiar to me. I turned the page and in this set of pictures, he is looking thirteen years old teenager however his eyes are looking empty at some pictures and some sad or lonely or upset.

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

“I hate Charles.” “I love Catherine.” “I remember rain.” “I remember a door.” “I was there.” “No, I was.” Elias shouted: “Stop.” The voices did not. He raised his voice. “STOP!” The layer quieted. Not because he had authority. Because they were listening. Elias breathed hard. “You do not have to solve identity by choosing the first familiar name.” A voice replied: “But names make us stable.” “Yes.” “Then names are good.” “Useful.” Not inherently true.

Second, I was not there to tell you these things myself. The room remained silent while his eyes moved down the page. You will spend much of your life wondering who you are. I know this because I have spent much of my time wondering the same thing. Damian frowned. The sentence felt strange. Unexpected. He continued. People will tell you that identity comes from blood. Others will tell you it comes from the choices we make. The truth is less simple than either explanation. We are shaped by the people willing to sacrifice for us. The words felt different from everything else they had uncovered.

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

Had been drugged and controlled and managed until I was a version of a person instead of an actual one. Fifty thousand women had come through the foundation and been helped toward becoming actual themselves. I sat with that for a long time. Let it be real. The book tour's final event was at a museum in New York. Home city. Home crowd. Rachel there. Sienna and Dante. Robert and Margaret. Marcus in the third row with Grace on his lap and Daniel in a carrier. I gave the same talk I'd refined over twenty-five cities. About identity. About what happens when someone else defines you for long enough that you forget you could define yourself. About the specific work of becoming real when you've been

Arian's pov “Where did he take you? How was the place?” April asked. “A book club for all identities,” I answered flatly. “Seriously?” She bubbled in excitement without knowing the details of the event. “Yeah,” I said. “Why are you acting like this? You are awfully quiet for someone who went to a new place?” she said, nudging my side. The weight of her question pressed down on me like a physical force, making every conversation with her feel like a strain.

When he saw my confused expression, he couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, my bad. I'm Isahiah, Jayden's best friend and business partner, and I think we need to talk," he said, getting serious all of a sudden. When I heard his name, I suddenly remembered that Jayden talked about his best friend Isahiah, the one who told him to unwind before his flight to Macau, the night when I abducted him. Based on the tone of his voice, I'm guessing that he knows something about Jayden, so I agree to follow him back to the office.

“Marcus! Help me! She’s trying to kill me! They’re going to kill me!” Marcus snarled and took a step forward. “Release her! What is that?!” “Truth,” Kaelan said simply. “A vintage from my cellars. The ‘Vinum Veritatis’. Not poison. Your beloved claimed authorship of the tribute. Let her prove it. If she speaks truth, the wine is but wine.” Marcus halted, trapped. He was staring at the precipice of a reality he’d avoided for years. Liana clenched her jaw, fighting as the vial was brought to her lips. She drank, coughing and sputtering.

He said with a slight smile. “ Hey don’t forget no one knows my real identity here, you don’t dare to expose me.” Joy said rolling his eyes at Alexander. “ Yes, those thick glasses and these stupid dresses is enough to make me remember that” He said making a face. “ you better remember that. Otherwise you will get in to trouble.” She said with a funny expression. “ You better keep your identity secret. I won’t be there to help you always.” Alexander warned. “ Look at that face of yours. Did you saw some ghost” Joy laughed out loud seeing his expression.