Identity V Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I stood frozen as if Medusa had risen and just magically appeared in front of me, causing me to accidentally stare close into her eyes, leading to my immediate petrification. Valentine was apparently kissing a woman that appeared extremely familiar to me. One. Two. Three. I tried to breathe in and out as the fever started to mercilessly squeeze cold sweats from my poor body. “I love you, babe!” Valentine said, moving away from the kiss and then ultimately snaking his arms around the woman’s shoulder. “Love you too babe!” The woman replied, and when she turned around to fully reveal her face, I instantly recognized her. The woman was Ivana. I almost can’t believe that this is happening right

What then? The door to the Ivory Suite was before us, ornate and heavy. Marcus reached for the handle, his face alight with anticipation. The door flew open before he could touch it. A woman stumbled out. She was from the Scarletsong clan, beautiful and deadly, but her dress was disheveled, her expression one of pure fury and fear.

Ivana's rough behavior has completely turned her off. "It is not your fucking business, Freya. You were just a REBOUND! Until now, you still can't accept that you were just an OPTION for your EX-BOYFRIEND slash EX-FUCK BUDDY?" Ivana said smiling. Her stubbornness is so strong that she will never let anyone defeat her.

"Do you remember the way you looked at me the first time you set eyes on me? You even called me a mannequin. It's funny that I knew you Maria when I was still a child. You always took pictures adorned with makeups, and my friends and u wanted to be like you. One of them once said we looked alike, but I never believed them, even when others agreed. Guess why? Because you were more healthy, their was never a time Maria, that you took any pictures without wearing heavy makeups. To think that I idolised my own twin sister. I showed the kid celebrity to my mom one day when she was cooking, she threw the picture away with the excuse that you weren't living the right life. We were only ten then. I

Iverson whispered, “I paid a fortune to fuck a virgin, and I told the girl I was a soldier. The girl naively asked me my name, so I told him it was Mickle Blandon.” “No! Iverson!” I let go of my hands and didn't dare look at him. “That girl looks like you,” Iverson said with a smirk, “And your sister. But her name isn't Eva or Mia. She told me her name was Elena! What a beautiful name! I've been thinking about her ever since.” “Shut up!” I yelled at him. This guy has no idea he's sleeping with his sister!

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.

Since I've never had a real family throughout my life. I wouldn't dare to call this love or affection. It's slightly different from what I felt about Gideon. After all, I am now a woman with no identity at all, a woman that should've been dead. While Ivan is the Alpha Prince. "What name will you choose?" Ivan had asked. I scoffed at him. "You pick." He took my chin in his hand, turning my face side to side, inspecting me. This close, I could smell his scent of rain and stone. Something intoxicating.

I picked another one that looked brown with age. Ripping open the content. It read. I saw them watching me as I got back from work. I can't last long doing this. You have to take her away and change your identity to something they can't trace. I picked up the next. It was the same thing and the same person. It wasn't signed. I looked at the address. Who are you? I went through the box contents and I saw another ID tag. AVAC Sandra West. She looked a lot like my mother. I jumped from my bed and picked up the novel and flipped the pages. The ID dropped. AVAC Maria Sinclair.

“Vivian’s identity is in it. Her access, her credentials—they’re all there.” My grip on the file tightened further. “I know that,” I said coldly. “But she’s not the one controlling it,” he added. Silence. Thick. Immediate. I stared at him. “Say that again.” “She’s not the one running the system,” Daniel said, more firmly this time. “Her identity was used. Positioned as the face of it.” My chest felt like it had tightened around something sharp. “That’s not possible,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth—