Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

"It was the truth." "The truth?" she repeated, her voice flattened, the earlier enthusiasm draining away. "I'm supposed to believe that, Justin? This minute you act like you care, and the next minute I'm nonexistent to you." I ran a hand through my hair, my chest tightening. How was I supposed to convince her otherwise? "I know... I know it's messed up. I know I haven't exactly been the most trustworthy or believable person. But this is different. This is real. I'm trying to be real here."

The woman slowly rose from the chair. Her eyes never left mine. And her smile widened. "I've been waiting for you, Alika." I stepped backward. Trembling. Terrified. Confused. "Who are you?" The question escaped as a whisper. The woman laughed again. Then tilted her head. And gave the answer that destroyed everything I thought I knew. "Me?" She smiled. "I'm the real you." And for the first time since all of this began... I wished I had never opened that door.

They were true. "She fit the expectations. She fit the politics. She fit the alliance " I said. I swallowed hard. "But she never fit me " I said. Marcus remained silent. So I kept going. Because once the truth starts coming stopping it becomes harder than continuing. "I spent years convincing myself those were the thing " I said. "They weren't " I said. The realization should have arrived years ago. Instead it had arrived tonight. Far too late. Marcus looked at me carefully. "This is about Selena " he said.

I mumbled out to myself and tried to stop my racing heart, but nothing I do could make my damn mind forget how close he was, and how I freaking literally wanted him to be closer Ugh, maybe the real psychopath in the end is me! I was the real psychopath after all....

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

Zane screamed for the system to shut down And in the chaos, I felt the truth strike like lightning: *I am real. I feel. I remember.* Pain, love, fear — all of it. I opened my mouth, voice trembling but strong. “I’m the real Lena!” I screamed. “And I’m done letting you decide who I am!” The light swallowed everything. Then — silence. And when it cleared… only one Lena was still standing.

There is only him. Only the steady brown of his eyes, the slight crease between his brows when he is determined. “You are real to me,” he says, voice steady, unwavering. “That’s all that matters.” The words hit harder than any system notification ever did. There is no glow, no sparkle, no dramatic sound effect. Just truth. You are real to me. My throat tightens painfully. For so long, I measured reality by external confirmation. By flashing text. By audible cues.

Iris’s POV Maybe Maximus was right. Maybe Rowan had never really wanted me. Maybe— No. I shook my head violently. “This is NOT real,” I said loudly, pulling my hand away from Maximus. “None of this is real. This is just the spell. This is just a trick.” “Iris—” Maximus started. “NO!” I screamed. “This is NOT REAL!” The forest around me started to shimmer and change. “I know who I am,” I said, my voice getting stronger. “I know Rowan loves me. I know this is fake. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL!”

“The real you.” Her expression turned to absolute shock, “You do? I mean, I’m so different from you. I never thought you’d actually like me. Maybe tolerate me some day, but not like me.” “This is you. This is a genuine you. Not the fake you that tried so hard to fit in and I could tell was being fake as fuck. I have a knack for that, you know. Telling when people are being fake.” She turned away, almost embarrassed. She walked up and touched the flag on her door. She almost looked sad. “I don’t have to hide any more. I really can be me.”

"Tell me now, sweetheart, how your life is going while you're living in that fancy mansion using my identity." If my mouth had only been slightly open earlier, it was now to the point where both of my jaws were virtually touching the ground. Instantaneously, my eyes widened, and I turned to look at Dominic, who was also in a state of shock over what he had just heard. It indicates and demonstrates that she is the real Adeline and that I am not the one who impersonated her! I'm not responsible; it was her, I swear! "Are you the one and only Adeline?"