Identity V Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Violet Cress could do anything! However, he did not finish his sentence. He stopped abruptly after saying “Vio.” He could not reveal Violet Cress’s identity, especially with other people around. It would not be good if they overheard him. Violet Cress liked to keep a low profile, and so did Ivanka. Recently, she had many tasks to handle, so her multiple identities were being exposed more frequently. Otherwise, no one would ever know who was behind these identities! “What?” Ivan was confused and looked suspiciously at Xander.

My eyes widened as I recalled the image. She…she was lying dead…dead on the floor. Tears poured down when I remembered she called my name before she slept. "No! Mum!" Tears rolled out of my eyes immediately. "You're Camila?" Henry asked unsure and I paused. If…if I'm Camila then…then Henry…Henry is my brother. Realization hit me immediately. We've been committing incest no wonder dad didn't want us together. No, not dad, my fake dad. More tears poured down before I released a loud yell.

And of course, Felix is the one who smiles at me and even opens his arms to me. "Ivy Doreen," he says, in that same flirty tone he always uses with me, "Or should I say... Fire Omega?" "Please. That's my new identity," I respond and fall into his hug, "So, am I right or am I right? You totally spent all your meeting talking about me.”

“Whoever you are and whatever you are, just leave me alone.” For some reason, I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. “Right. As if I can do that. Do you think I have a choice here? We’re tied for life and unfortunately for both of us, we’re stuck with each other. Do you think I’m here celebrating that?” She lets out a long sigh. “Besides, didn’t I already introduce myself to you? I’m Ivory, your Lycan. What the hell do you mean by not knowing who I am and what I am? You’re thick, girl. And not the good kind of thick.”

Ellaya sucked in a breath. Winter’s voice cracked. “I named him Ivan because Leo wanted our first child named after his friend.Iden Devid Ruan. His best friend. His brother. But I never got to tell him. I never got to tell him he was going to be a father.” Iden turned to Ellaya. His face a thunderstorm. “You knew.” She didn’t move. Didn’t deny it. Winter’s voice—barely a whisper now. “My father took Ivan away… because he carries Leo’s blood.”

She let out, her voice stern. The old man cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. “I’m sorry, you just… you look a lot like my daughter.” He stammered. “Sorry, I’m not her! My name is Ivory. I grew up with my mother, Miranda. I’m not Lori! Spread this news to everyone who asks, sir.” Ivory fumed, heaving with anger. She had had enough of the mistaken identity saga and it had taken her to prison. Now that she was out, she was not willing to condone anything of the sort anymore.

Varga yet. "My name is Ivy and I am thirteen years old," I wrote. "I was kidnapped and I lost a baby girl. I have scars on my body that will never go away. My mother chose a life in France over a life with me. These things happened but they are not the only things about me."

she spat and stormed out of the room, slamming the door on her way out. The smirk on my face disappeared as I sat down on the chair. I was in no mood to continue my assignment, so I pushed the book aside and brought out my phone instead. I logged in to Raven, and the video that Ivannah was so upset about was the first one to pop up. All my worries disappeared as I read the comment section, most of which were hoping that Soren chose me as his mate instead of Ivannah. I knew it was never going to happen, but I wanted to daydream in a reality that would never happen. Soren was never going to be mine.

She was a fan. Of my brother. A full-blown, delusional, glitter-heart fangirl. I stepped further inside. Her phone was still on the bed, screen lit up and yes, Brian Blake’s grinning face stared back at me like he knew. I was going to lose my mind. “You don’t knock now?” came Ivy’s voice from behind me. I turned. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, hair still a little messy from sleep, and wearing that ridiculous robe that showed too much of her legs and not enough self-preservation.

I wish I had Misty so that I could use the link with him, but without her, the only one I can link is Randall, and that is only within the pack territory. I wanted to tell him that this is not his fault, that he is not responsible and that I care deeply about him. His flickering eyes are the last thing I see as I relax and allow the Vampire’s venom to do what I guess she wants it to do as my eyelids get heavy and I am surrounded by and pulled into the darkness. ---------------------- THIRD PERSON…