뒤바뀐 신분 소설 & 이야기

“you are… Bai?” “Yeah, I am. Can’t you see the resemblance?” “Your voice sounds different,” wen mumbled softly. His voice did sound different became he had donned the appearance of a twenty-year-old human. Bai Wren caressed the pendant on his chest. “This makes me appear like a grown-up.” “Why?”

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

My heart suddenly ached when he said that in front of me. He is not the same Alex Kim that I know, eight years ago. He changed a lot, everything in him… doesn’t remind me of him anymore. “You don’t have to pretend. I acted blindly just to accept your new identity. I forced myself to believe that the woman I love has been gone for a long time. But I just can’t take it anymore. You’re not Lee Shin Jin, you’re Lucky Shen. It’s different.” I averted my eyes from him.

she huffed exasperatedly. "Yes my Queen," Cara did mocking bow and MK burst out laughing. "Was it successful? "Yes, Paul was able to do it, he created a new identity for you." "What's the new identity?" Cara asked nervously and MK clicked her tongue again. "It's just as you told me, Shera Perry, that's your new identity now," MK said in a pride filled tone. "What about my old identity? What about Cara Carter?" "It's gone for good, Cara went missing in Junis city and it's time for you to start a new life with a new identity, cheers to that," MK celebrated.

I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre. …And I’m coming back as Deirdre…

They had buried my identity, and tried to mold me into their pawn. But they hadn’t destroyed me. My hands steadied as I gathered the papers back into the folder. I slipped the photographs into a separate stack, holding them carefully and reverently, as though they were pieces of my family returned to me. When I finally lifted my head, my reflection stared back at me from the darkened window. I wasn’t pale or even frightened. I was just different. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t a fake. I wasn’t Liana Vale.

As for me… With the money from the orchard redevelopment, I immigrated overseas and began my life anew. In a foreign land, I found an easy job and spent my free time traveling the world, walking under the sunlight toward a future filled with hope.

She swallowed hard, as his hand grabbed her chin and made her face look up at him. Vera blinked once when her eyes fell on his face. The jacket and button fell down her hand. They shared a hot gaze for about 10 minutes until Vera broke the silence with a stammer... "Lu...Lu...cas?" She stammered helplessly with tears on her eyes. He looked deeply at her. "I guess that was my old name" He whispered. "Eh?" She was puzzled. "Bianca made me come back. I met her in the realm of the dead. She reincarnated me. I own a new identity. I'm Lewis now. Lewis Parker. I'm not a twin either" He smiled.

“Charity, you’ve been very dishonest. You only let us know about your extraordinary identity today.” “There was no point letting you know since you weren’t desperate for money anyway.” Charity said with a smile, “Well, money is something that can be earned easily, but power is difficult to gain. When I woke up in Eliza’s body and returned to the States, I withdrew the safe from the bank and used the identity of Reborn to make some money. Fortunately, I was wearing a mask back then, so nobody has ever seen Reborn.” “I see.” Catherine understood the situation and grinned mysteriously. “I believe Reborn isn’t your only sock puppet.”

"It will slowly deconstruct your sense of identity." I know what he meant when I looked myself in the mirror that day, an almost sick kind of relief washed over me. Instead of my sea-green eyes I was looking back at the dark eyes. The brown skin, there was a mole on the side of the cheekbone. It wasn’t just a disguise it was a different skin… and it felt… wonderful. I am not Mila Anderson anymore. "But who you are will, never change, " the familiar haunting voice came from my right and I whipped my head so quickly in the direction, my green eyes now morphed into a more icy and hardened look.