Identity Stolen Novels & Stories

“I have to get busy, and I have a surprise for you in my bed.” Ada laughed at his naughtiness. “How many children do you want?” Ada asked as they headed toward the car. “Six,” Ike replied. “I am only giving you three, take it or leave it,” they both laughed and entered the car, moving forward. Joy’s Pov Three months had passed since she left Ike’s house, three months since Ade's arrest. However, the news only covered Ade’s betrayal and arrest, ignoring the imposter who had lived as her for months. No one exposed the fake Joy Nnenna, as that lady continued to live under her name. Ike had his fake wife, pretending to be her. Furious, she found herself stuck in a rundown house with an alcoholic

The possibility that she might be speaking with Isabel and discussing my search for her began to gnaw at me. Could Isabel have encouraged my stepmother to ignore my calls as a result? I hoped that she didn't, it would be too shameful for me to get back home and face her. I summoned courage and decided to let go of the missing cards and re-apply for a new identity card. The electronic identity card was equipped with a tracking chip and could only be located with the assistance of a tracking code that was only accessible through work. Besides, I would first need to report the card as missing, which would undoubtedly raise questions and require an explanation. It was going to be a long process

Panic clawed at my throat threatening to choke me. “Someone must be using my account! There has to be some other explanation!” I slammed the folder shut. I began to think of possible ways to prove my innocence when an idea came to mind. “We need to call IT and get them to investigate. This is fraud, identity theft! Someone is trying to frame me!” Ethan didn’t as much as flinch as he just continued to stare at me with a stoic expression. The silence that ensued was very uncomfortable and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Not even in my wildest dreams would I imagine that she would try to set me up this way. We both talked about it severally, we even used fake names and IDs to hey the hotel rooms that we used so we didn’t get caught. We were very careful with this job, we even got rid of the security cameras and we paid everyone involved so they could keep their mouths shut. How am I supposed to know that Hayley would go over to a shop that takes record keeping very seriously and get the phones we used with my real name and ID. I don’t even want to start thinking about how she managed to steal my ID from my purse without my knowledge. She chose a shop with no cameras so she wouldn’t be caught, and she made su

I couldn't afford to become distracted. Mingmei was in her first year of university. It didn't take long for me to add myself to their roster of professors under the guise of Dr. Jayden Woodgate. An alias I had chosen in order to make the school believe I was who I said I was. I had chosen not to steal someone else's identity for fear that my plan would be discovered. It would be far easier to create an identity instead. All I had to do was make my identity seem as real as possible, and they wouldn't become suspicious. It took a while to create such a deep hack. I didn't want to risk anyone figuring out what I was about to do.

Raymond went on, “camera footage deletion. Partial wipe. An amateur mistake, actually. Whoever did it didn’t scrub the system clean—just the window they thought mattered. That suggests someone who knew enough to be dangerous, not enough to be invisible.” Andre. “Third,” he said, “the Paraíba tourmaline jewelry. Stolen during what should’ve been a locked transfer window. That wasn’t a smash-and-grab. That was timing. Inside knowledge. You know, that stone suited you, Celeste. Shame it was part of this mess.” My hands curled together on the table. “And the identity fraud.” Raymond nodded. “Andre Cox. Or Gideon, as you knew him. Fake credentials, altered references, a clean-enough digital footp

"Then I will collect the information of these users first, and after prosecuting them in court, I can get their identity information. Give me your ID card. I'll need the plaintiff's information." Chelsea was stunned. If she took out her ID card, Geovanni would find out that she was fooling him with a fake name. Seeing that Chelsea was motionless, Geovanni asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Chelsea said, feeling inconvenienced, "I got this account using my friend's name. Can I sue with her identity?" "It's best you do this. Because the victim is the user 'Twilight Star'. If you use someone else's identity, it will become an agent lawsuit. There might be other problems if that's the case."

Like whoever stood on the other side already knew what kind of grief lived here now. I opened the door for Mark. He didn’t bother with a greeting. Just walked in and set a thin folder on the table. His tie was loose, his eyes tired, voice heavy. “Ethan’s been arrested.” I didn’t move. Just watched the folder. “Fraud, identity theft,” Mark continued. “The FBI took him in last night. Naomi’s team flagged some offshore discrepancies Helena tried to bury, turns out Ethan was using more than one identity to open accounts in your name.”

“They were never verified. The clinic didn’t run DNA. Just processed what they were handed. She used your medical records and swapped the ID tag.” “She stole my identity.” “She became you,” Vanessa said bitterly. “On paper. In court. In silence.” “And now?” “She’s vanished again. But the paperwork lives.” Adrian slammed the phone onto the table. “This isn’t just sabotage,” he growled. “It’s legacy theft.” Granny nodded. “And legacy doesn’t care about emotion. It cares about records.” ************** The next morning, Adrian and I went to the courthouse. Requested a review of the birth document.

All of them turned toward him like he held a live grenade. He listened for less than a minute, his face giving away nothing. Then he hung up slowly, eyes lifting to met theirs. “Good news, they found his name he used for the registration, Daniel Cross.” He paused, then continued. “Bad news, the real Daniel Cross died in 2003 from a car accident. This guy stole his identity.” Myla’s stomach dropped. Hayden felt like ice was spreading through his veins while Beck swore under his breath. Jared’s voice was tight. “They have also ran the DNA he left behind. They got nothing. He is not in the system. Its like he doesn’t exist.”