Identity Theft Synonym Novels & Stories

Liam snorted. "Jackson!" Kayden called. Jackson was shocked to see all the identities. What in the world...? "Investigate these names and anything to do with them," he handed the phone to Jackson so that he could get a clear look. "This is a crime, Kayden. Identity fraud," Liam said, casting a look at him. Jessica's fake names were Melody Knox, Sophie White, Megan Walters, Maya Jr. Hendrickson, and Laura Janes. Kayden's heart felt like it was pierced by needles. He felt like he had been cheated and taken advantage of by Jessica.

“What’s his deal?” “Oh, just an elderly losing his identifications again. I got five of them this week. We should probably requested the windlets to look for those identifications in case they’re used for something bad,” Greta replied with a small pout. The young lady beside her grimaced. “Ugh… Identity theft is the worst. What are they going to do with those old people’s identity anyway? If they’re going to trick someone, maybe use someone younger and attractive.” Greta slapped her friend by the arm playfully. “Like you? Huh.”

She sat down next to Jerm, clutching his arm and rubbing her chest against it. "That Kory Hunlip's back again, this time with a young man who threatened us to have everything they need prepared in three days or someone's going to jail!" Jerm put the document down at once, his expression growing solemn. He knew about this loan better than anyone else. Someone had stolen Kory and his wife's identities to take out the loan. This thief was someone Jerm himself knew and had profited off of greatly in the past. Now, however, the thief had run off. The loan remained, however, and there was nothing to do but have Kory bear the loan.

The detective said over the phone. “So what, you're saying she doesn't exist! Is she a ghost!" Nicole yelled. “What I'm saying is that it's either someone wiped out all her details or she's using a fake identity." Nicole was thoughtful for a while. It did make sense since he couldn't get any useful information even with her face scan. “If she's using a fake identity, how do we get to know who she really is?" Nicole asked. “We would have to trail her for the time being. Know where she goes everyday, where she lives and those she associates with. That might give us a little idea."

"But as I said last night, you didn't steal from me. I gave you that money willingly. I watched you take it." "Nothing is a gift with you. Everything has strings attached." "Very perceptive." He set down his cup. "You're right. The money wasn't a gift. It was an investment. In you. In this." "There is no 'this,'" I said sharply. "This is kidnapping. This is illegal." "So is fraud. So is identity theft. So is wire transfer manipulation. So is stealing nearly half a million dollars through false pretenses." He leaned back in his chair, utterly relaxed. "Should we call the police and compare crimes? See whose is worse?"

Avery's POV At the self-checkout, she scanned her items mechanically, her mind still stuck on Kevin and his claims. He had called her Raina. And she looked like Raina. Too much like her. That couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? But if she was Raina, then who was Avery? Was she really just a fabricated identity, a shell of someone else? She had to know. She had to understand what Kevin meant when he said that she had disappeared, and why she had no memory of him—or of any of it.

"That's not a person we can find and stop by finding him." "No. It's considerably worse than that. It means every access log, badge swipe, login we've been treating as evidence of a person could just as easily be evidence of nothing at all except someone else's stolen shape." Elodia's jaw tightened. "I don't know how deep this goes, Zariel. I suspect neither of us wants to find out how many other identities inside that building have been quietly worn by someone who was never actually there." "How do you even clone credentials like that. Remotely, without anyone noticing for months."

Which means that they’ll gather evidence and when they have what they’re looking for, I’ll be taken to trial and then proceed to be sentenced. Identity theft is a serious crime, and I didn’t just invent the name Hector Redburn. It existed. I stole it from a man I met five years ago. He was lonely Alpha with a very small pack. He had money, which he inherited from his father, but he had no ambition so his pack dwindled. Most of the members went rogue, and he didn’t seem to care.

Which meant if she’d caught it, others might too, others with more resources, like corporate security teams or certain billionaire CEOs. She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. “So… who are you trying to be?” Her phone buzzed with a message from her editor: Need the piece by tomorrow. Keep it tight. No conspiracy tangents. She rolled her eyes. “Sure, because identity theft on a world-class hacker isn’t worth digging into.” Maya ignored the warning. If someone was pretending to be ShadowByte, there were only two possible reasons: to ride their reputation, or to set them up. Either way, finding the impersonator could point straight to the real one.

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.