Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

Lydia Today is just like other days,am sitting outside the school waiting for Zion as we are starting our assignment today, I recalled yesterday event gosh why am I always ending together with this jerk Destiny What! Destiny my foot The professor sent us an e***l about the assignment that we are to do some research in a museum, so me and Zion decided to meet up to start the assignment. A/N I forgot to tell you they are studying history so don't be confused. I felt a presence behind me, I knew its zion so I didn't bother to check. After staying like that for a few minute the jerk finally showed himself

If you restore your identity as Miss Three, she will be Miss Four, "Henry Herme said. Mary Ye, this speed is okay! Upon hearing this, Mary Ye pinched her thigh with tears in her eyes and said, "Yuri, I don't blame you for not telling me your true identity back then, but now I've finally found my own home. Why are you so cruel and trying to steal my identity? I know

Then she climbed onto her lap and said, “I love you more momma.” She buried her head in her chest. Sarah ran her hands through her daughter’s hair lovingly. The screen on the left lit up with a message, ‘You have a visitor, Mr. Zen. Identity unknown.’ ‘Identity Unknown’ there was only one person whose profile turned up results like this. Did that mean Mr. Roy was here already? He was about to tell the probot to let him in but then he halted. If Mr. Roy could delete his digital identity, others could too. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

I said. "Someone who existed under a different identity and chose to step out of it." She turned another page. "These people are usually protecting something. From public attention, from legal exposure, from personal history they need to manage carefully. They build a secondary identity not from nothing but from deliberate subtraction. They know exactly what to remove and what to leave visible." She paused. "The removal requires resources. Sophistication. Access to systems and processes that ordinary people cannot reach."

Jemima says with a chuckle turning her attention back to her phone BUSHWIND TOWN 20:30PM Elita and Marcus walk in silence along the neighbourhood, Marcus decides to break the painfully awkward silence “You know when we are alone you can call me Marcus” he says looking at an unfazed Elita “We are working Reynolds meaning that we keep this professional” Elita says still looking ahead “Oh, so outside of work we can keep it unprofessional” Reynolds says with a devilishly grin on his face causing Elita to laugh at his statement “See I made you laugh” he says proudly tapping his shoulders

"The deceased men found under bridge…" "Yeah, not the same guy." I nodded and said, "Many identities. He can use many identities for transport, food and for his daily necessities. But he can only use one Identity for drawing money, right? Because if we draw money from various identity, the back will automatically block us from transaction." He let out a chuckle and said, "Hold on. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back." And walked out of the cabin. Since, Ace helped me out last night, I'll return a favour for him. This is only a favour. Nothing more than that.

I said softly. A silence followed. Heavy. Confusing. Then Nathan: “That’s not how systems work.” I nodded slowly. “I know.” But this wasn’t a system in the old sense anymore. It was something else. Something unstable. Something learning. The network pulsed again. And this time A new message formed. Not fragmented. Not layered. But hesitant. “Resolution required: conflicting identity states cannot coexist indefinitely.” My breath caught. Nathan whispered, “It’s trying to force an answer.”

Andrius smiled without saying a word. He pointed outside, signaling Halle to keep walking. Halle did not linger either. Along the way, she asked, “Andrius, why did you hide your identity?” Andrius said, “A person has many identities. You can be your parent’s child, but also the boss of a big company. When you drive, you still can get a ticket if you break the law. “I am just a normal man after I left the army. There’s nothing to hide. Besides, I never really try to hide my identity. I have been telling the truth all along, but none of you believe me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” “It’s ok; baby girl” Josephine says, putting her arms around her. “If you are going to hide a new identity; make sure you tell me next time.” “One secret identity was enough” Simone giggles as Vince and Tyrone come back into the office, holding a stack of three chairs each.

The same wall of silence he had run into a thousand times before. Finally, Marken’s voice came, quieter. “An experiment on multiple personalities. You can look it up yourself. A single person can have thirteen… fifteen… sometimes more than a hundred identities.” The alter ego froze. Something about Marken’s tone felt wrong—too deliberate, too measured. Like a man telling half a truth. “So what, I’m just one of your… splits?” he asked, bitterly. “You could see it that way,” Marken replied.