Multiple Identities Novels & Stories

I definitely don’t want to be caught up with this pack when I could be with her. The only rub is that she isn’t just my mate. My brothers and I are identical. The only thing that sets us apart is how we wear our hair, tattoos/piercings, and how we carry ourselves. If not for those things, no one could ever tell which of us is who. That being said, we are meant to share a mate. That’s how the Goddess works. When multiples are identical, they share a soul and share a fated mate. If multiples aren’t identical, they will have their own mates.

Avery winced at the name, but offered a small smile. There it was again, that name. The one Avery was supposed to respond to. Supposed to remember. But it still felt like a stranger’s name, stitched onto her like a label she hadn’t chosen. And yet, here was this woman—Gloria—this kind, broken-eyed woman, who knew that name like it belonged to someone she loved. Avery stood there, feeling the weight of two identities pressing down on her: the one she had built after the accident, and the one everyone kept trying to hand back to her.

he showed her the pendant. “I didn’t notice I lost it; I had always had it with me,” Ada said as she collected the pendant. “I am sorry about your wife.” “Honestly, I was relieved when I found out about her. At least I don’t feel guilty for leaving her.” “At least I had the identity.” “Identity?” Ike asked, confused. “Yes, the identity of being both Joy and Ada,” Ada replied. “Of course you did,” Ike mocked. “So, will you be my wife?” he added.

Curtis began carefully, “you need to understand that DID is not just mood swings, and it’s not just trauma. “Multiple personalities right?” she whispered, almost afraid to say it aloud. “Exactly,” Curtis said with a grim nod. He tapped his fingers against the table, each word measured. “It’s when the mind splits into different identities, different selves, usually to protect itself from unbearable pain. One side of the victim could’ve been the one you loved, the gentle one, the provider. But another side… could be someone completely different. Someone dangerous. Someone who doesn’t care about consequences.”

Not being mates doesn’t automatically make us husband and wife. Heading down the street I walk up to the cafe. Markus is standing outside “ Are they here?” I asked “ Yes sir, are you ready?” “ as ready as I’ll ever be” We walk in and turn to the right and sit at a booth. “ where are they?” I’m too impatient to be waiting “ walking over now sir.” “ Alpha Luca, this is Aurelia Alice gold.”

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

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.

The figure froze slightly. The eye stilled, too. Luke continued urgently. “Identity survives through relationships!” He pointed toward the massive entity. “That thing merges everyone together because nobody remains distinct enough to truly know each other anymore!” The awakened network pulsed violently. Processing. Learning. Luke’s thoughts raced faster now. “If realities only connect abstractly, they’ll eventually blur together.” A pause. “But if connections stay personal—chosen—specific—then individuality and connection reinforce each other instead of destroying each other!” The structure exploded with light.

"That's not a person we can find and stop by finding him." "No. It's considerably worse than that. It means every access log, badge swipe, login we've been treating as evidence of a person could just as easily be evidence of nothing at all except someone else's stolen shape." Elodia's jaw tightened. "I don't know how deep this goes, Zariel. I suspect neither of us wants to find out how many other identities inside that building have been quietly worn by someone who was never actually there." "How do you even clone credentials like that. Remotely, without anyone noticing for months."

James was a little puzzled. Scarlett explained, “It’s like this, James. The Transgenerational Group is going to be transformed into a world-class organization. Thus, an identity tag is a representation of being employed under the Transgenerational Group. It’s similar to a person’s identity card. It’s unique and encrypted by the latest electronic encryption system. It’s something that cannot be replicated or faked.” “Oh, okay. Go ahead then.” James realized that Scarlett had done a lot during this period. The identity tag sounded very high-end.