My True Identity Review Novels & Stories

And Dad never pranks any of us again. It’s a matter of time to soulfully accept the truth. It takes time to transform into someone who believes in that truth. It takes painful days and anxious nights for me to do it. But at the end of the day, the truth is the truth. It wasn’t a prank or anything. It’s a statement or identity that I should believe in. “If I am a half-blood and the alpha is my father… then who’s my real mother?”

I looked straight into his eyes, hoping to see the truth, but when I saw the honesty in his eyes, I felt so weak. "You're my son, Jayden, and at first I honestly didn't know about it, and I had no intention of messing up Andrea and Jude's lives until I found out that you're not Jude's real son," he continued. "Then how can you be so sure that I'm your son and not someone else's?" I asked. Honestly, I would rather be anyone's son than his, I couldn't accept it, if what he said is true.

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

“It wasn’t illegal. Not at first. Just observation, behavior tracking, and pattern building.” “On me?” “Yes.” “Without my consent.” “Yes.” I let out a small breath. “That’s already a problem.” “It got worse,” she added. Clark stepped in again. “Or so she claims.” I ignored him this time. “What changed?” I asked her. She took a step forward. She didn’t get close enough to feel threatening, but close enough to make it clear she wasn’t backing down. “They realized something,” she said. “Identity isn’t just based on memory. It’s based on reaction. It’s how you respond to pressure, to loss, to power.”

--- The truth hit hard. --- Because it wasn’t wrong. --- But it wasn’t complete either. --- And that— --- Was where the fracture deepened. --- The figure stepped forward slightly. --- Observing the exchange. --- Interested. --- Because this— --- This was where the real conflict lived. --- Not in power. --- Not in control. --- In connection. --- “You see?” he said quietly. --- A pause. --- “This is what happens when identity stabilizes.” --- His gaze shifted to Elena. ---

And how was he able to find out my true Identity? "FUCK!!!" I scream again and start throwing anything in my path against the wall. This could ruin me, my real identity coming out right now could ruin all my plans. Yes I do plan on revealing my true Identity but that's after I've had my revenge. My true Identity coming out now could destroy all my plans, all what I've spent years planning could be ruined just because of one loud human. I need to find out who he is and who he works for and also if he has told anyone else the truth about me.

One brow lifted slightly, and for the first time, I thought I saw something real in his expression, interest. “That depends,” he said, “on which version of your rights you are referring to.” My fingers curled against my palm. He moved to the side of the screen, his gaze skimming the system window that still showed my details. PRIMARY IDENTITY CONFIRMED LOCATION PINGED I wanted to smash the screen, instead, I lifted my chin. “You used my name,” I said. His eyes flicked to me, he did not deny it. I felt something cold settle beneath my ribs. This was the type of room where truths did not come dressed up, not when the people inside it believed there was no reason to lie.

“ they either had a real identity before and now they have a made up one or they had a fake identity and not they have a real one Or-” He leaned on the fridge. “They never had a real identity. Just been switching between appearances. Which one is your girl?” “None. She is way too committed to this new identity for it to be a fake also, she is roo meticulous. If this is her false identity, she would not be so careful.” “You know -” he returned to his computer. “There is one angle we haven't explored.” “Which is?”

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

Suddenly waking up to find his real identity doesn't intrigue him at all. “I won't let you make silly mistakes anymore. I was wrong to have made you promise not to leave me. I think you have to leave now. All your life you have always preferred others before you. You sacrifice your comfort for others happiness, no more. You're a born royalty, I didn't see it earlier but now, I know. Your blood screams of a true leader and ruler but I didn't realise it until now. On this, I will not watch you prefer my happiness to your position and true identity.