Novel & Cerita New Identity Book

Under a different identity. Inside the organization itself.

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

And even though I couldn't forgive Raphael, I could appreciate the kindness he had shown me. As we walked back to the car, Claus handed me a small, leather-bound book. I took it, feeling a sense of curiosity. It was a passport, and as I opened it, I saw my picture staring back at me. I looked up at Claus, surprised. "Where did you get this?" I asked. Claus smiled. "Let's just say I have my ways," he said. "Now, we need to get you out of here. You need a new identity, a new life."

Below us, the abandoned safe house faded from the rear view mirror. Julian handed me the envelope midway. My heart did backflips. I hesitated, wondering if right now was truly the wrong time. But curiosity burned hotter than fear. I tore it open. Inside: A single passport with my photo, several visas, and a note in bold red type: “New identity. You disappear now.” My breath caught so hard I thought I’d drown. We drove in silence. Julian’s hand found mine under the seat..tight, protective. But it offered no answers.

“Besides me; do you recognise anyone else in this yearbook. I keep them here because I don’t want anyone else going through them.” Simone opens the year book and flicks through the pages, landing on the sixth form class photos. Scanning through the photos; she spots the person Emmett was talking about. Her mouth opens; then closes again before she looks up at him. “You went to school with Alexandro Giovanni?” Simone states, staring down at the photo again. She recognised someone else but kept the information to herself. “I knew his name was Alexander Johansson; I didn’t think to mention Alexandro Giovanni was a pseudonym since we both have one and it’s common in the fashion industry. That wa

If you restore your identity as Miss Three, she will be Miss Four, "Henry Herme said. Mary Ye, this speed is okay! Upon hearing this, Mary Ye pinched her thigh with tears in her eyes and said, "Yuri, I don't blame you for not telling me your true identity back then, but now I've finally found my own home. Why are you so cruel and trying to steal my identity? I know

I pushed a thick stack of cash across the table to the man in the flat cap. "I need a new identity," my voice echoed in the cavernous space. "The name is Ava." The man picked up the bills, fanning them with a practiced thumb. The rustle of the money was loud in the silence. "Passport, driver's license, the whole nine yards?" "The whole nine yards." I nodded, my fingers clenching the leather purse on my lap. "And a bank account with a credit history." "That'll be double." He looked up, a gold tooth glinting in the dim light.

Every word of it is a lie. Adrian’s network had worked quickly. The new identity was flawless. A degree from Oxford, a series of research fellowships, and vague references to government contracts. A fake inbox, filled with emails and glowing recommendations from nonexistent institutions. A staff badge from the Society, cold and official, her new name pressed into her hand by an operative she had never met. Isabella ran her thumb over the embossed logo, steeling herself for what was to come.

Evenarte murmured. Yes, Doc it would be fine if that ID didn’t belong to me! I should’ve just left it in my drawer. Lips bitting then. Argh! @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. "Here," Lionel said, handing her a small booklet. "What is it?" Chloe asked, taking it hesitantly. It was a brand-new ID card. Flipping it open, she saw her name: Chloe Miller. "Thank you!" she said, flashing him a smile as she tried to mask the storm of emotions inside her. Once, losing her identity had devastated her. Now that it was restored, she should feel nothing but joy. But despite her gratitude, an inexplicable emptiness lingered in her heart.