Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

“A big one. The kind that doesn’t just walk away. But that’s the thing. we can’t confirm any of it. Records vanished. Files missing. It’s like someone scrubbed the whole existence clean.” I pressed my fingers to temple massaging it. “Are you sure this is him?” “No,” he admitted. “That’s why I’m calling. It’s possible. It’s also possible the rumors were planted to hide someone else. But people who knew him back then said he always had two identities. one was legal, one… not so legal.” I leaned back, heartbeat pounding in my throat. “So you’re telling me Trevor could be a ghost with a new face.” “Yes. Or a survivor with enemies.”

But a different student photo Ash’s photo. “Mr. Hale, we now have two registered profiles for the same identity,” she said calmly, as if this were a banking error. Chris snapped, “That’s not another profile. That’s someone stealing his life.” “I understand,” the woman said. “But due to privacy policy, we are required to investigate both claims neutrally.” “Can you not see he’s not the same person” August cut in, softly. “Can I see the other file?” The woman hesitated… then turned the monitor slightly.

I hadn’t really thought about it until he pointed it out, but now, yeah, I was kind of weird to think about. “You don’t really think about it much when you’re an identical multiple.” Pete said, as if he’d said the same thing a thousand times before. “People think it’s funny, or cute, or sweet, so fucking sweet, to give us the same presents, to expect us all to dress the same or like the same things. That’s not true at all. We’re identical, but we’re all different too. We’re our own person.”

“Two identities… for years.” Reef whistled low. “That explains the perfect mask. They could move between roles without raising suspicion. One identity rests while the other works. Or covers tracks.” I looked up at Jordan slowly, realization hitting hard. “Someone inside the packhouse has been living under two identities for years. The Keeper didn’t just hide. They duplicated themselves.” Jordan’s voice was barely a whisper. “All those memories… the comforting hands, the familiar faces… one person wearing different masks the whole time?”

The mentor and the others were all cheering, their faces lit with excitement, as if I had just come back from some kind of victory. The mentor walked over with a warm smile and stopped in front of me. "What kind of identity do you want to return with?" I froze for a second, then asked without thinking, "I can't be Samuel anymore?" He shook his head, a hint of regret in his expression. "No. You've already died. That's a fixed rule. You can live again under a new identity, but you won't have to start from birth." I went quiet. Something heavy settled in my chest, a kind of sadness I couldn't really put into words.

Jack didn’t answer immediately; he looked troubled to reply to the question, but he came up with this conversation because he wanted to make Nessa aware of it. “He was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder.” Jack paused; he waited for Nessa’s reaction, but the woman only stared at him with confusion. “What is that?” That sounded fancy, but Nessa didn’t have any idea about it. “Alpha Keagan has more than one personality. As far as we know, there are three of them.” Jack then explained in more detail about the three Alpha Keagan’s personalities. He used simple words for Nessa so she could understand because, apparently, she had never heard anything about it.

Silence fell for a second. “That experiment failed.” He added. Amara stared. “What experiment?” She asked. Nathan swallowed. Actually swallowed. Then quietly said: “The duplicate identity program.” No. No no no. Elliot stared at him and said: “You’re saying they created another person?” Nathan shook his head. “No.” Then his eyes shifted toward Amara. “They tried.” Silence fell. Amara suddenly felt cold. Very cold. Because pieces started connecting again. The words she remembered. The things she heard.

“No property, no tax record, no employment history. A ghost name. But the biometric registration is valid—it’s been in the system for eleven years.” “She’s been able to walk into that safe for eleven years.” “Yes.” Maya stared at the footage still frozen on the laptop. “Nadia said M.C. and I.C.—Iris—are the same person using different name variants across decades.” She looked at the screen. “Margaret Vane. M.V. Not M.C. A third variant.” She looked at Elias. “She’s been operating under multiple names for thirty years. Each one a different version of hiding the same person.”

, Rita sighed. "Sometimes, people put on a perfect deception and it would really be hard before you can determine if they're genuine or not", Rodrigo said with a far away look in his eyes. "You seem to speak from experience, is there a story behind this", Rita said. She didn't mean to pry but she was quite inquisitive. Rodrigo smiled, throwing a stone into the distance. "I wasn't an only child. I had a younger sister, she died", he said. "Oh Rodrigo", Rita sighed, taking his hands in hers.