Identity V Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wasn’t here for him. Then, I found it. What I was looking for, making my thumb freeze. Two women. One face I knew instantly, Dahlia. But beside her, leaning into the frame, was another woman. A mirror image, yet not. Softer features, sharper eyes. A resemblance that can never be a coincidence Ivana. My lips curved into a smile, slow and cold. "So, the IDs were actually real,” I mumbled to myself, smiling. The vague idea I had that Dahlia had a sister, was no longer just a vague idea. It just became a fact

"Yeah, Shirley and I grew up together in the orphanage. We just saw each other again a few days ago, but how could she—" I stopped mid-sentence as Karl, Emma, and I entered the lounge. I saw someone else I recognized. Zach was sitting beside Shirley, and when his eyes met mine, he immediately looked away like he couldn't face me. "Lene stole my identity. Zach can back me up on that. He used to date Charlene, and she told him she was going to take my place," said Shirley. "Yeah, I can vouch for that," Zach chimed in. "Charlene's an orphan, but she spends like there's no tomorrow. She said she'd take Shirley's place and live it up with the Zellers."

And tonight, I was hungry. I spent the afternoon in my old small apartment, now TK base, the blinds half-drawn, laptop glowing in the dim light. Tomas had already delivered Raven and MJ’s data—a neat folder full of screenshots, email threads, schedules, and even their “secret” friend groups. I stared at their smiling faces on my screen, my stomach tightening with the same old burn. The first step was identity. I needed someone that didn’t exist, yet looked too perfect to ignore. Her name became Arielle Kane.

‘If you don't do as you are told, do you think Alpha Zurien will let you live knowing you lied about your identity’ Ivy gave me a knowing look, she was not only scared that people were going to find out her real identity, but she was scared that Zurien was going to find out which she did not want to happen. “Let’s get the person to reveal herself” Ivy suggested. “But how, the number is hidden” I pointed out. “We just need to convince her to meet us in person,” Ivy said and she actually was right. I gave Ivy the phone “This seems to be your thing” She smiled “definitely” Taking the phone from my hand, Ivy tapped on the phone continuously, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She finally stopped w

"I don't think so. I just need you both to actually listen, all the way through, before either of you says anything." They exchanged a glance, that old twin language I'd grown so used to reading, and nodded in unison. "I spent five years," I began slowly, "building an entire identity around a single story. The girl who survived. The girl whose savior would someday come find her and make all of it make sense. I didn't realize how small that story actually was until I met both of you and watched it explode into something far bigger, far messier, and considerably more honest than anything I'd ever let myself imagine."

Ivana's head was spinning, "What?" "I knew the passcode because I was the one who created it," She shrugged, "and the way I met Reece for the first time, it was exactly how I wrote you'd meet him so I was confident that I was Ivana but I saw you at the office and I was confirmed when I saw you here that day," She explained. Ivana was trying really hard to process the things but the things were going above her head, "I am a character?" She scoffed. "My whole life was a lie?"

That dress, her skin—whatever it was, it fitted her like a fucking glove, and I’d give just about anything to have my hands curved around that sweet ass while she rides me. I rubbed my hand down my face. Shit on me—and for years I had ripped the shit out of Aiden for being a pussy-hungry manwhore, when here I was, lusting over a girl who’s hated me for at least ten years. Maybe a few more. Definitely a few more. But damn. Ivana Lawson—the free spirit. She was the girl who never had a single fuck to give, and if she did, she never handed them out like many of the other girls in school did. She did her thing, haters be fucking damned. And now . . .

"You did WHAT? You tried to sleep with Ryan using MY name?" Ivy spat in my face, literally spat. "Oh, like you're so innocent? When Ryan failed to become CEO years ago, you faked your own death and ran off to marry some rich old man overseas! Have you forgotten THAT, dear sister?" I felt my face drain of color. "Shut your filthy mouth! That's not true!" "Don't pretend with me!" Ivy screamed. "I'm your sister! I know EXACTLY who you are!"

"Wake up, Girl! It's real life, not a movie! You know that I just broke up, that's also because I was just being thrown away," "That's the real story, not also the part of your liar scenario?" asks Ilona in doubt. "Of course not, I never liar accept my identity. All things I was told you are real!" "Ow, that bad!" "She likes my money, but she doesn't like me! She cheats! Same with my old friends, they only come if there is a need. That's why I said I don't have friends! Maybe there are also good ones, but not many, they are also busy!" explained Eldrian.

he showed her the pendant. “I didn’t notice I lost it; I had always had it with me,” Ada said as she collected the pendant. “I am sorry about your wife.” “Honestly, I was relieved when I found out about her. At least I don’t feel guilty for leaving her.” “At least I had the identity.” “Identity?” Ike asked, confused. “Yes, the identity of being both Joy and Ada,” Ada replied. “Of course you did,” Ike mocked. “So, will you be my wife?” he added.