Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

"Separation of identities? She's not possessed is she? Because sometimes it feels like she is. Please don't laugh at me." The doctor shook her head seriously. "She's not possessed. This type of disorder has nothing to do with religion, faith, drugs, or even medical conditions like cancer. She's experiencing two separate identities. It could be more. Some cases reported showed up to one hundred. But right now the only identities we've uncovered are two, Blaze and Uno." I didn't know what to say. I sat there trying to process the information. Blaze and Uno? How could a person have separate identities within her? Was that the reason for her hot and cold behavior?

Claire seemed to be in a better mood when Charlie explained this, but she still asked with some doubts, “Then, why do these rich people need so many different identities?” Charlie laughed and said, “A sly man usually has more than one plan to fall back on, let alone such a wealthy person, right? Some countries do not allow their citizens to have dual citizenships or multiple citizenships, and in this case, they would have to use multiple identities to solve this problem. It’s just like those agents in the movies that you often watch. Each agent has several passports and identities. These things are all very normal.” Having said that, Charlie continued comforti

She said “I am not hooking up with anybody else. What the fuck is your problem? I told you I was busy!” Alex said “Busy with what? Another girl?” she asked “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Who the fuck is Anna?” she screamed at me “She is my younger sister. She just broke her spine and she can’t heal even though she is a hybrid because she has magic in her and she can’t get it out of her so stop talking about another girl. There is no other girl. The girl that just left is Damian’s sister but you would not know that because you have already concluded that I am like every other guy you dated. You think I am the same person. You think I would cheat on you like they did and if you can’t

“There were threats. Real ones. Powerful people who wanted control over my father’s company.” Marcus added quietly, “The early investors…” Aurora nodded. “Yes.” She continued. “So my father created layers of identity to hide me.” She looked at them directly. “Different names. Different records. Different protections.” Ethan leaned back. “So that’s why there are multiple identities.” Aurora nodded. “Yes.” Then she made it simple. “Three identities existed.” She raised her hand slightly. “But listen carefully.” Her voice became firm. “Only one matters now.” Silence.

The detective said over the phone. “So what, you're saying she doesn't exist! Is she a ghost!" Nicole yelled. “What I'm saying is that it's either someone wiped out all her details or she's using a fake identity." Nicole was thoughtful for a while. It did make sense since he couldn't get any useful information even with her face scan. “If she's using a fake identity, how do we get to know who she really is?" Nicole asked. “We would have to trail her for the time being. Know where she goes everyday, where she lives and those she associates with. That might give us a little idea."

Maria stared at her wide-eyed for a while, then she shook her head and smiled to the corner of her lip. "You are really something," she teased. "Can we just go straight to the point?" Mary pleaded. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry for wasting your time," Maria apologised. She took in a very deep breath, breathed out, and cleared her throat. "Have you ever sat to wonder why we both looked alike? Why was our identity mistaken for each other?" Maria asked. "Point of correction, why your identity was mistaken for mine. Of course, why else? We both look alike, and you seized the opportunity to fuck my good looking man," Mary replied.

Alex uttered. Finn almost flinched but he tried to comport himself. “Jared was her lover on my dating platform, ‘Love Station” He continued; “Do you remember I told you about someone who used my identity on my own app?” He snapped his fingers. “Well, I'm glad you were able to clear the air, so Rita doesn't think you are pretending not to be Jared and about your dead creation, I’m no longer surprised, everyone now believes Love station is filled with fake identities and multi identities “ Finn remarked and his brother whined softly.

“The senator’s name rerouted through Luxembourg. Clean bounce off Canada. Washed up perfectly inside a medical NGO in Paris. No flags. No alarms.” I pulled on my cigarette, watching the last ember curl. “How much?” “Eight hundred grand,” She replied, not even blinking. “Clean. The second batch hits tomorrow. Once the shell companies play their part, it’s game over.” I laughed under my breath. “Eight hundred in three days, using a dead man’s smile.” She gave the slightest smirk, that was her way of laughing. Eyes never left the code. “Sir,” She added, calm as ever, “we’ve got eight other identities still on the grid. Government-issued. All valid. All linked to frozen pensions, old insurance c

The prisoner's identity and motives still needed to be uncovered, and the pack's trust needed to be restored. As I looked at Ronan and Ryder, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia and hurt. We had once shared a bond, the three of us, united in our love for April. But that was before she left us, choosing Winston over us. I still remembered the pain and betrayal I felt, the sense of loss and rejection. It was a wound that had never fully healed.