Identities Book Novels & Stories

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.

I ask with a smile on my face excited “Yes...Yes, I am I can’t wait I met some people yesterday which was fun” Sophia says enthusiastically Startled at her statement “We literally only arrived yesterday” “I know” she says with a grin on her face That is the difference between me and Sophia she was the outgoing one, the one who takes risks and see’s life as one big adventure, whilst I was the quiet one kept myself to myself if it wasn’t for Sophia I would lock myself in my room and read books all day, it might sound boring to everyone but that is my kind of fun

"I don't think so. I just need you both to actually listen, all the way through, before either of you says anything." They exchanged a glance, that old twin language I'd grown so used to reading, and nodded in unison. "I spent five years," I began slowly, "building an entire identity around a single story. The girl who survived. The girl whose savior would someday come find her and make all of it make sense. I didn't realize how small that story actually was until I met both of you and watched it explode into something far bigger, far messier, and considerably more honest than anything I'd ever let myself imagine."

The faint words could be heard from the radio ∫∫∫… know who you are, know your identity…∫∫∫ He reminisced about his life so far and thought of how he finally reached his status quo but can only marvel on how God does His things. Life itself is the toughest school. You never know what class you are in, what exam you’ll have next and can’t cheat because nobody else has the same question paper. ‘Wow, this is awesome,’ he said to himself. He suddenly realized that his eyelids had become heavy and so, allowed himself to be overcome by sleep as he closed his eyes in the actualization of whom he really is. The sound of the siren had woken them up from a beautiful sleep. At first, it was a distant

He knew it — not abstractly but specifically, in the body, in the way you knew things that had been true about yourself. "The public record is not the identity," he said. "The public record is the evidence. The identity is what you build after." He paused. "I'm known as the person who built the case against the Meridian. That's the public record. But my identity — who I actually am — is the person who built the foundation. Who grows garlic. Who makes coffee for someone every morning. Who planted a wisteria in Cardiff in February." He held Adrian's gaze. "The public record is a fraction of the identity. The fraction that the system needs. The rest — the rest is the life. And the life is the t

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

, Rita smiled. "Urhghh.. fine, just for this time", he smiled, pecking her cheeks. They got to the venue of the event soon and Rodrigo was surprised to see a lot of people already seated. It made him feel self-conscious that he didn't belong to this class of people. After all, he was poor and no one knew his identity. He belonged to the lower class, a class that wasn't given any respect. Sensing his change of mood, Rita gripped his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

She grabbed her groceries without even registering them—bread, eggs, vegetables—all the things she had come for, but none of it mattered now. Not when her entire sense of identity was being questioned.