Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

“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.”

Matteo didn’t say anything. But I felt his eyes on me. Watching. Guarding. Like I was the most fragile, beautiful thing he’d ever broken and wanted to piece back together, carefully, painfully, permanently. We didn’t speak for a long time. And then, finally, I did. One sentence. One truth. “You’re the only thing that feels real.” Matteo exhaled sharply. Nico stroked my back. Luca kissed my temple. And for the first time in weeks—maybe longer—I didn’t feel like a pawn or a weapon or a sacrifice.

No one would get away with anything this time; that was a promise. The crowd dispersing allowed me to finally get to my mother, Kali. I stood before her and smiled, ‘Hi…’ She looked deep into my eyes, ‘Are you… another illusion?’ I looked at my friends, who were standing on either side of her, keeping her close. They both gave me a sympathetic look. ‘No,’ I uttered, holding a smile, ‘I’m the real deal. It’s me… Mother, it’s me.’ Kali looked at me, confused and helpless.

"I'm your mate." "My enemy," I said. "That's what you are and always will be." "After everything?" he said. "The days we had?" "Fake days," I said. "I was humiliated remembering. Moaning for you, saying love. While my real self was buried." "Your real self feels the bond," he said. "Fight all you want." "I do feel it," I said. "But my hate is stronger. My heartbreak too. You broke me then fixed me fake."

The person that she tried to kill turned out to be someone more powerful than her. Raven is no longer any average werewolf that she could step on like before. Raven and Aurora are one. She has dug herself a grave this time. No wonder why Raven was so confident, she was hiding an ace under her sleeves. Meanwhile, Lorcan was just stunned. He is surprised to find out Raven’s real identity, he truly did not expect it, but it just didn’t bother him too much at all. “I’m sure it’s been a big surprise.” Aurora smiled warmly at the crowd understanding their reaction. “It has been a big surprise for me as well too.”

"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."

he kept saying. It wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m not real,” I said. The words sounded insane out loud. He grabbed my shoulders. Not rough. Just enough to ground me. “You are.” “I wasn’t even hers.” “You are,” he repeated. “You’re real. You’re here. You’re breathing.” “But she ordered me.” My voice broke on the word ordered. Like I was furniture.

He was seated at the center there and there fixing his hair as he leans back on his chair. "Miss Kenba is this really your real name?" What? Am l caught red-handed or they are just testing me. There is no way that they know who l am. "That Nagara bastard could not keep the dog on the leash." I hear Shiba talking. Shoot. They know him. It was fast as the Anata guy moved as fast as lighting pinning me to the wall. "You thought we were stupid hah...." he spat as he got uncomfortably close to me. Opening his eyes so wide that a fly would fit in.

" Are you for real? " " Yeah " I don't say the part where I am never trusting him again and he's smiling like an idiot.

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".