Among The Impostors Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't the smartest but it was something at least. I needed to try it for luck. "You said only the true keepers of this book and the impostors have an access to this, wasn't that what you said?" That was when Lykos' gaze landed on me. His glare was boring a hole right through me and I struggled to not meet his eyes. Sapphira nodded. "If Venn tried her hands on this, she cannot be the true keeper of the book since she does not belong to the royal family wiped out. Then that puts her in the position of an impostor." I was putting two and two together.

I know that it will not be approved especially since Estrebelle is the witness to the events. "Your highness, that someone is my impostor, impersonating me to plot something inside the palace. If my aid killed it, then she must have recognized that it wasn't me. Or if you insist on keeping her in the dungeon, I cannot help myself think that there might be a different side of the story that needs to be investigated." My eyes lit up and I smiled coldly. I saw how Natalia clenched her fists. He couldn't answer me because he knew he was in a disadvantageous situation. If he struggles then he will be doubtful and that will be our advance.

No theft report filed. Because no one had thought anything had been stolen. --- The story spread fast. Faster than poison. Faster than hunger. Because this one struck deeper. --- “They looked like us.” --- At the Sanctuary, Sophie’s voice cut through the hall before anyone had even asked the question. “It’s happening.” Charlotte turned from the table. “What is?” Sophie didn’t soften it. “Impersonation.” --- Within hours, three more incidents surfaced. In Lisbon, a supposed carrier coordinated a reroute that sent two trucks into a dead corridor.

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

Alpha’s face was stern and determined as he clenched his jaw and asked the impostor, “Who are you?” The impostor smirked, “Someone wanting your destruction and end.” His eyes flew behind him and everyone turned towards him and Luna entered the room. A wicked smile appeared on his face, Alpha growled shifting and covering his mate from the gaze of the impostor. “Do you even realize you called your own destruction coming to the pack?” He asked him, “That too taking my face and attacking my pack member.” And, the impostor started laughing, “Do you really think you can do anything to me?” He challenged, “I entered your pack, what do you think I did it without my own measures?” And continued with

With her denial and their natural skepticism of me, there was nothing for me to say. No possible way for me to convince them of the truth. My mouth opened and closed and opened again as I tried to find the right words. But the trap was too perfect. Delta Hester had unwittingly set the scene for the imposter to debut their masterful performance. "I didn't work with rogues. I would never... Snow Pointe is my home--"

I apologized. “I do not have time for this but I do appreciate and accept your apology, now skip to the important parts,” He urges me. “Very well,” I said and placed the book of spells down in front of him. “What is this?” He asked in confusion. I smiled, “It is the imposter’s spell book which she used to cast spells that helped her to look like your daughter,” Alpha Elijah picked up the book and opened it. He gasped when he read the words. I felt gratified by the look on his face.

The imposter raises his head with a smile, "Everyone is okay, snowflakes. You were brave out there. I'm proud of you." "Oh thank God," Sophia sighs in relief. "What about the men, did Agatha send them...? Why...did they call you an imposter? Do they know you?" "Oh snowflakes, you don't trust your old man? Alright ask me any question about you, I'd answer," the imposter balances his butt on the bed. "C'mon." "I don't know what to ask you. Hmm," Sophia thinks with a hand on her lips. "Okay," Sophia shows him the watch on her wrist. "The Hunter gave me this watch, how did he get it?"

Alexei leveled his blade at Stefan's throat. "Who are you truly, and who sent you against me?" he demanded. The imposter bowed his head bitterly as murmurs rippled through the crowd. The kingdom had almost fallen to this elaborate ruse. But Alexei's loyal allies and cunning had saved it, for now. With Stefan once more imprisoned, Alexei felt hope cautiously rekindle that order could be restored. The false Stefan was hauled away in chains, still refusing to reveal his true identity or purpose.

I curled around Elisse, making a show of trying to settle back into an uneasy sleep, but my mind was racing. The impostor princess in the hall—her confusion, her lack of recognition—it hadn’t been because my encounter was a dream. It was because she was a good actress. She’d been playing her part, even in the hallway, with a guard present. She’d looked through me to maintain her cover. And the caretaker… she was the messenger. The go-between. The pieces were all there, but the picture they formed was more monstrous than I could comprehend. This wasn’t just a scheme; it was a web, intricate and vast, with threads reaching into the highest levels of two packs. And I was a fly caught in the ver