Identity V Novels & Stories

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.

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

Thinking that her father will reveal that thing, his identity to those who are with them in that room who doesn't know about that yet. "Dad." Ivory gave her father a frown but Andruis secretly smiled at her. She can't understand what it is at first but after realizing, she sighed in relief. She just can't help but protect Dominus' identity still, he is still a part of their organization, a family. Ivory felt Vanessa's hand under the chair. She looked at her and she saw her smiling, however, there is something in her eyes she can't explain. A pain is visible on it, and she doesn't really know what it is for.

He said with a slight smile. “ Hey don’t forget no one knows my real identity here, you don’t dare to expose me.” Joy said rolling his eyes at Alexander. “ Yes, those thick glasses and these stupid dresses is enough to make me remember that” He said making a face. “ you better remember that. Otherwise you will get in to trouble.” She said with a funny expression. “ You better keep your identity secret. I won’t be there to help you always.” Alexander warned. “ Look at that face of yours. Did you saw some ghost” Joy laughed out loud seeing his expression.

I opened it and saw that inside it was some money and a card . my breath stopped when I saw my very own I'd card . " now dare to say you are innocent ! " he snapped boring his eyes in mine . " I can explain .. I know it's my own I'd card even this wallet is mine but it's doesn't mean that I and that girl , we both are same .. because we both are not .. my I'd card was lost when some thief ran away taking my purse and then I made my new I'd card you can ask about this to my father " I said .

Only live human beings should be given identity cards! Why were they giving a virtual human an identity card? Who was the one who invented this virtual human? He must be quite important in Roburg. If not, how could he convince the government to give the virtual human an identity card? "Do you know what Billy Haddish means in the local language?" Since the other person was interested in this too, he investigated it. Wanda said, "I'm already very dissatisfied with your service. If you're going to continue teasing me with this, I will never work with you again!"

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.

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Then she set a clean laptop on the wood and began the slow work of tracing what a system that old might do when it woke. The first sign arrived as a quiet notification on a separate device Victoria had brought for exactly this kind of contact. An institutional header. A reference code that matched nothing in the public banking records. An invitation to verify identity through a sequence of questions only the true holder would answer. Lila sat with the device and answered. Birthplace. Mother’s second name. The street where the family had lived when the earliest walls went up. Each correct response unlocked the next field until the screen changed and a single account summary filled the space.

Like Cassian Vale is listening to something I can’t hear yet. I lean closer to the display. "Pull up the identity maintenance structure,” I say. A junior analyst hesitates. “That’s outside—” “I know what it is,” I cut in. The system expands anyway, not because I was authorized. Because VALE-2 responds. The display transitions to a structural overview that immediately commands my attention. Identity Continuity Logs. Behavioral Anchoring Records. Estate Dependency Chains. Legal Existence Reinforcement Signals. And one line that sits there longer than it should: