Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

His voice then suddenly turns bright, “Ah! Have you tried that out? The one I mentioned before.” “Which one?” for sure I’ve lost count, he has been the idea generator since the plan started. Listening to my puzzled voice, Victor explains, “You can have multiple identities. You’re Henry Nosrevi, you’re Henrietta Chandelier, and now, you just need another one. Create a fake F******k account, connect with him, and you find out more about him.” Fake F******k account? Creating more identities might be risky for me, but if it’s an online character like Victor portrayed… Then I guess it might work.

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

his boss replied calmly. "Oh, I see, Sir. But is this a secret, Sir?" Howard is confused. "Yes Howard, I want to have fun in my office. So please arrange it! Please keep it secret and please keep my name, all my identities changed!” Eldrian asked again. "Okay Sir," replied Howard having no choice.

When he saw my confused expression, he couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, my bad. I'm Isahiah, Jayden's best friend and business partner, and I think we need to talk," he said, getting serious all of a sudden. When I heard his name, I suddenly remembered that Jayden talked about his best friend Isahiah, the one who told him to unwind before his flight to Macau, the night when I abducted him. Based on the tone of his voice, I'm guessing that he knows something about Jayden, so I agree to follow him back to the office.

The people who tried to please Gary earlier now hesitated, their eyes shifting nervously between me and him, unsure of what to do. "Mr. Lane, have they mistaken?" The others, as if waking from a dream, exchanged confused glances, all bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. Shannon, still looking wronged, clung to Gary. "Gary, aren't you the general manager of the Wing Group? You help Luke get revenge!" Shannon, clearly an idiot, still believed these people were allies of Gary. Her eyes filled with both resentment and satisfaction, no longer even pretending to hide her true feelings.

Ferisha asked. "Yes, I use three identities. three identities. Is there a problem with that?" Valentino asked a little surprised when he saw the detective's probing face. "But you can get caught in cases of fraud or document falsification if you continue to use a false identity," Ferisha said sharply.

“They have the same face and the same voice. Same history, at least on paper.” I shook my head immediately. “That alone doesn’t change anything,” I said. “The duplicate already confessed.” Daniel shook his head too. “A confession during a breakdown doesn’t settle identity issues in court,” he replied. That made me pause. I had spent multiple years dealing with contracts, ownership fights, and corporate battles. Identity disputes were rare, but they could turn ugly very quickly. Daniel walked closer to the table. “Imagine the duplicate wakes up tomorrow and says the confession was forced,” he said. “Imagine she claims Victoria stole her identity years ago.”

Kane frowned, taking in his exhausted face. “What the hell have you been getting up to that you look like death warmed over, and how could you know that someone was still looking for them?” Kane asked. “Because for each identity I create there are alerts set up in case someone starts to search for information or details on them.” Dex began, dragging a hand across his tired face. “You set up alerts that keep you in the loop on the people you create new identities for?” Kane asked, frowning. “Why would you do that?” Kane asked.

“We look more like twins than lovers like this.” He pursed his lips. “I’ve got some other colors of contacts in the car.” “What color does your passport say?” “Blue.” “And you didn’t put them in before we left?” I asked him. He’d been so adamant about mine, I was surprised he forgot. “I’m a constant chameleon with three other sets of identities on me. You are the one whose face has been blasted everywhere for the past week.” Somewhere there had to be a karma chameleon to bite his constant chameleon status in the ass.

] [RECORD TWO: AERON MILLER — SILVER BRACELET. [COMPARING TEMPORAL SIGNATURES.] The room lights dimmed. A low vibration passed through the floor. Then the System displayed a new message. [WARNING: BOTH RECORDS ARE AUTHENTIC.] [WARNING: BOTH SUBJECTS WERE REGISTERED AS AERON MILLER.] [IDENTITY CONFLICT CANNOT BE RESOLVED.] I stared at the screen. “Both records are real?” The doctor nodded. “Two children. One name. One identity.” “That's impossible.”