Identity Stolen Novels & Stories

He stared at it for a while before shaking his head. "It's invalid" he mumbled. My brows furrowed in surprise as I stared at him, "it's the invitation card he shared, isn't it?" I glanced around but I couldn't see anybody that I knew. I'll just call Henry then. I brought out my phone to dial his number when my phone was hijacked. "Oh, you bitch, you brought a fake card?" Chloe laughed as she rolled my phone in her hands. "It isn't fake" I muttered trying to take my phone from her. She moved back, scrolling through the phone and I saw her eyes widen.

"I'll gather the users' information. I can only obtain their identity once we make it to court. Would you give me your ID? I'm going to need the plaintiff's information too." Stella hesitated. 'He's going to find out I gave him a fake name before if I show him my ID.' Marshall asked softly after noticing how Stella just sat there, "What's wrong?" Then, Stella responded uncomfortably, "I used my friend's ID to register this account back then. Is it okay if I use her ID to initiate the lawsuit?" "It's not a great idea because the person we're filing against is using the name 'Dusk Galaxy' online. If we use someone else's identity, it might cause problems down the line in the legal process."

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...

Silas mocked as he took his phone and dialled. “Hello” “I would like to report a case of stolen identity.” “Yes. Don’t worry officer, we have performed a citizen’s arrest and will detain them till you arrive.” Silas hung up the call, his lips curled in mockery as he sat back with a victorious smile. Inwardly he was applauding his brilliance. All he had to do was wait for the police to come and take these people away. Regardless of whether they were the real deal or not didn’t matter. They could bid for the shares at the lowest dollar for the sake of this farce once these troublesome people were taken away since there weren’t any outsiders. Once the deal was done, it wouldn’t matter even if t

She knew she couldn’t keep trying or it would freeze. She set the phone gently down on the nightstand, brain racing. Someone had locked away Kingsley’s ID and his phone. They were hiding his identity — keeping him from the world. This wasn’t just about impersonation. This was entrapment. She swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was. The house. The staff. The cameras. Carolina quickly placed everything back, just as she found it. She closed the chest, slipped it beneath the coats again, reset the charger in its original loop, and brushed down her tracks.

"Are you sure about this?" asked the voice on the other end of the phone. "Once you burn your ID, the person named Stacy Lynd will cease to exist, and the people who know you will never be able to find you again." Never be able to find her again? That was exactly what she wanted. Stacy chuckled bitterly once, before her smile faded and she spoke with determination, "Yes, I'm sure." Though surprised for a moment by her resolve, the voice soon replied, "Very well, Miss Lynd—everything will be done within two weeks, and you will be provided with a new identity. We wish you all the best in your brand new life."

“Because I have a thing for bitches with shady pasts. Anyways, I ran a facial recognition through plenty plenty of databases around the globe for women, or children whom matters her appearance. I came up with a lot of names. Like finding a thin hay stick in a hay stack.” He looked at me. “Anything else you got for me?” I was silent for a moment, flashing through my memory banks for anything helpful. “I am guessing the boy is not on any record too.” “Yep.” “Tell me. How can someone pulled this off?” “Well-” He Left his seat and grabbed himself a juice box. “ they either had a real identity before and now they have a made up one or they had a fake identity and not they have a real one Or-”

My father gestured for him to hand the papers to the police. Once the officer had the papers and began to sift through them, my father, still supporting me, spoke up. “Those will reveal all of Rodolfo Samonte’s lies,” he said firmly. After the officer examined the documents, he lifted his gaze at my father, who stood beside Chloe. “Mr. Rodolfo Samonte, you are under arrest for identity theft, fraud, defamation, invasion of privacy, criminal impersonation, forgery, unauthorized use of personal information, child abuse, assault, and kidnapping.”

He exhaled deeply, running a hand down his face. He didn’t just feel heartbroken. He felt betrayed—not by Avery, but by Wellesley. The man had stolen her identity, stolen her past… stolen her peace. This wasn’t just about a name or a memory. It was about a life that had been taken from her, piece by piece, until she didn’t even recognize herself anymore. And Wellesley had allowed it. No—engineered it. Now the truth was out. But the consequences were just beginning.

she replies, shrugging with indifference. "Actually, Annabelle, there is. Criminal impersonation isn't a constitutional right; it's a prosecutable offense," Jordan states firmly. "Under Title 18, U.S. Code, Section 1028, the use of a fraudulent identity or a prosthetic likeness to commit a felony—in this case, attempted homicide and conspiracy—is a major violation. You didn't just 'test a look'; you utilized a deceptive identity to facilitate a crime. That's a statutory violation." "It wasn't!" she seethes, slamming her hand against the table.