Ncis Double Identity Novels & Stories

"Every record, every trace, every piece of your identity gets wiped clean. As far as the world is concerned, Nadia Nucci will no longer exist." He paused. "This is the last time I'm asking. Are you sure?" I didn't hesitate. "I'm sure." The next morning, a black sedan pulled up to the back gate of the estate. I slipped inside without a sound. The driver gave me a small nod. "Everything's in place. The body double has been positioned in your room. Female, same height and build as you." His tone was perfectly even. "In 10 minutes, there will be a fire in your room, controlled and untraceable, and as far as anyone will know, you died in it.

Slowly, the world began to bleed in—a sterilized white ceiling, the scent of antiseptic, and the mechanical pulse of the machine that proved she was still breathing. For one blissful moment, she let herself believe it had all been a fever dream. The arrest, the handcuffs, the cold metal of the interrogation room—surely it was just a nightmare born of anesthetic and the trauma of her surgery. She let out a long, shaky sigh of relief. But then, as her vision cleared, the relief died in her throat. Moturanyo and Kingseley were there, standing at the foot of her bed like twin specters of her ruin. The Moturanyo she had looked at with love for twenty years was gone, replaced by the woman she now

“But you can decide whether the truth destroys you… or empowers you.” Then the voice goes off. We waited for minutes but didn’t heard any vioce. Lucas took the file from me and continue flipping through files. Then he finds something unusual. “A second identity file attached to my record.” He read it again. But it is not about her. It is about a baby. Male. Name listed: BABY CAPUNO – STATUS: TRANSFERRED Lucas looks up at me immediately. “Janice…” My eyes lock onto the file.

I whispered, though it felt like a lie on my tongue. We spoke for a few more minutes. His voice was warm, grounding, pulling me back into the comfort of the life I’d built with him. But when the call ended, guilt chewed at me all over again. I stared at the black screen, my own reflection staring back at me like a stranger I didn’t recognize. “Jun.” Nina’s voice pulled me from the spiral. She was watching me closely now, her playful smirk gone. “You’re living a double life again, aren’t you?”

Eric: “The Old Davis has been looking for a successor, and of all his students, Christine is his favorite. Unfortunately, she is a girl. He thinks that only a ruthless, cold-blooded man could be qualified to be his successor, though. He wants Nathan to marry Helen, and he is using her pregnancy to force his hand. The Old Davis doesn’t care if Nathan loves her not. All that he cares about is having his own people around him.” Crystal sighed and said, “I don’t understand...” “You will in a minute,” Eric said. “Here is the critical part: Nathan had a twin brother. The Old Davis gave each of them a gun and told them to try to kill each other. And because they were twins, no one knows for sure wh

“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.”

She was the key to my mission, the one person who could help me find my missing father. My true identity as a double agent was something I had kept hidden from Lily, and from everyone else. I had infiltrated the criminal underworld, posing as the new Mafia leader, in order to dismantle the organization from within. It was a dangerous game, one that required me to maintain a double facade at all times.

I rasped, my voice cracking in the sub-zero air of the station. ​"I am what you were meant to be," the double replied. Her voice was an identical twin to mine, but stripped of the warmth, the regret, and the love. "You are the version that went soft. You are the version that let a 'Nana' and a 'Flower Shop' rot your potential. I am the 0-1 that stayed in the dark." ​"T-MINUS 17:12:05." ​Back at the farmhouse, I could feel the children. They were screaming in my mind now, a chorus of red hunger. The double stepped forward, her movements a perfect, terrifying mirror of my own.

Her eyes filled with both resentment and satisfaction, no longer even pretending to hide her true feelings. Just then, another wave of suited men approached us, with the leading man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. It was Ben, the head of the Legal Department at the Wing Group, the person I had called earlier. Someone in the legal industry quickly recognized him. "He is a big shot in the legal industry! I can't believe I'm seeing him in person! I heard he's never lost a lawsuit in five years!" Ben walked past Gary, not even acknowledging him, and with utmost respect, greeted me. "Ms. Shaw, as per your instructions, everything has been taken care of."

He closed the laptop and took her hand, his grip warm and grounding. Surely, if she was not Avery Wellesley, that would mean that they were not Noel and Neal Wellesley. They didn't belong to the Wellesley family, and the heritage which she had been fighting to protect all these years was never theirs to begin with. “They’re your sons,” he said quietly. “No DNA test, no name, no past can change that.” “But I was never Henry’s wife,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m not Avery Wellesley. That means Neal and Noel… they’re not his. And the whole world might find out that my identity was never real.”