Novel & Cerita Actually I Was The Real One

“I know.” “I just needed you to understand that—” “I do,” I said. “I understand.” She smiled, trembling slightly against me. “This is the first real thing in my life,” I confessed quietly. “You know that, right? Before you, everything was… performance. Distraction. Noise.” “Luca—” “But this isn’t noise, Alessi. You’re not noise.” I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she saw the truth in my eyes. “You’re the only thing that’s ever been real.”

"Hand over Valerie, or you can watch this little bastard melt in the silver poison." My husband, Alpha Gideon, locked our daughter in a deadly silver cage, his hands choking my neck as he viciously threatened me. All of this was for his lover, the Omega wolf, Valerie. No matter how I explained that I hadn't even touched Valerie, he wouldn't listen. I fell to my knees and begged him, but he still pressed the button to release the poison. Watching our daughter's little face turn purple, he said coldly, "Don't play me for a fool. I saw the DNA report. She's not my daughter. I don't care if she dies." By the time I finally rushed Mia to the hospital, it was too late. I wanted to leave with Mia's

“I’m reminding you who you are.” I took a step closer. “I know exactly who I am,” I said. “That’s the problem. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

"Oh, it left an impression, alright. Mostly one of frustration and annoyance. You know, like usual." I grin, and for a brief moment, it feels like we’re back to our usual banter. It’s a small spark of normalcy in the middle of this chaos, and I’ll take it. "Hey, I’m the original deal. Accept no substitutes." Her smirk softens into something almost tender, and she looks at me like she’s trying to commit every detail to memory. "You better be. I don’t think I can handle any more fake versions of you." I step closer, keeping my voice light but letting the seriousness bleed through. "I promise, Sophia. It’s me. The real me."

"I cannot believe that I own that body. I cannot believe that your soul is connected to mine in a way that a simple tie is already strong enough to put us together." I went to the table where the cosmetics are placed. I pull the chair, sat down on it and looked at my own reflection. What have I done? What Am I doing? Is this is cheating? My memory is back and I should be happy about it. I got my truth. Kyro is the man that I love. Uno lied to me. Uno is manipulating me.

“No, you’re… you’re not real.” His head tilted slightly, like he was amused. “Oh, Marissa. I am real. I am very very real. As real as this little mess you’re in.” My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt my control over my life slip from my hands.

“You are the most real thing that has ever happened to me.” She knew in that moment, with absolute certainty, that she had damned them both. Because he thought she was real, and she was still holding back the one thing that mattered most.

“What are you?” "I am who you need.” His voice softened like honey. “The one you've longed for all these months. We can stay here–” My eyes leaked with a painful heart, "You're not real." He shook his head, "I am, and I can be real if you allow it. Everything will be as you want. We can stay here. Hey, look at me. Look. At. Me." I pried my eyes open, vision blurry with tears. He wasn't real. This wasn't real.

she mentally screamed back at her mind. "Oh Kim Kim," his voice snapped her back to reality. "Who wouldn't know a pretty damsel like you?" Kim chuckled inwardly, this man was the bigger version of Jason. "I would have taken you with me right now but I need you to deliver a message to your boss," he added and Kim's heart did a double swerve "I'm sorry I can't, he is going to find out that I left the academy and I will be in a really serious problem," she said.

"Mate," he says, his voice a silent thunder, a command. As if, he knows who I am, he is just making sure everyone else does either. I have heard stories about this. How you just know. A blessing. No matter who you are, how you are, what kind you are, a blessing for all. But somehow I led myself to believe I was an exception. I have never been so happy to be proven wrong. I raise my hand. He can't be real. I breathe in. I have a mate. I breathe out. My palm touches the fabric of his cursed mask and everything falls into place. I sigh, a wave of gratification rendering me breathless for a whole minute. He's real.