Among The Impostors Book Novels & Stories

She'd flipped it to a clean page. She wrote his name at the top: *Damien Hawthorne.* Then she started reading. There was a lot of him online. That was the thing about men like him — they became public property before they noticed it happening. Interviews. Profiles. A Forbes cover from three years back where he was photographed at a window, the city behind him, looking like someone who had already decided he would be on that cover one day and the universe had simply caught up. She read his Wikipedia page twice, then read the criticism section on the third tab she'd opened — there was always a criticism section.

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

I close my eyes, a wave of cold realization washing over me. Of course. Lea covered every base. She didn't just steal my identity; she inoculated everyone against the truth. She told them I was a cousin—someone with the same blood but none of the status. A poor, broken relative. "I know," Sophia murmurs. "But it's haunting." "It's a cruel trick of nature, that's all," Eva says, the knife resuming its rhythm. "Our Mrs. Jackson was a queen. She glowed. This poor girl... she's broken. She's a ghost of a person. Don't disrespect the dead by comparing them."

The more I thought about it, the stranger it felt. Suddenly, I noticed something. There was only one set of footprints in the incense ash by the door—mine. There were no signs of Ted's footprints at all. Ted was much taller and bigger than me. When he used to beat me, he would often lift me like I weighed nothing. So technically, his footprints should have been larger and deeper than mine. But now, only my footprints could be found in the ashes. Ted… really was possessed.

She must’ve gone to great lengths to obtain my purchase contract and impersonate me. An idea struck me. Feigning innocence, I said, “You’re right. I haven’t seen anything like it before. Why don’t you invite us to your house, Grace? Let us ordinary folks broaden our horizons.” As our colleagues’ eyes lit up, clearly intrigued, Grace’s expression instantly darkened.

His eyes were cold and didn't show any emotion. I left the room with a blank mind and confused by his actions. 'He's handsome, but arrogant. He doesn't even give his wife time. If I get married? I'll make sure that my husband won't be like him.' *** A few weeks later, everything went well. As time went on, I felt like I was forgetting who I was or who Lara was. I was slowly starting to feel like I was becoming Claire. Light started to fill the surroundings, and morning arrived. I slowly opened my eyes when the rays of light hit me. I slowly got up, looked around, and felt empty. I'm still here. Another day of pretentiousness. Being an impostor is not easy.

"Jeanette, our engagement isn't even over yet. How can you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid people will talk? Ugh!" She stepped on me harder. "You're an imposter. Do you think you deserve to marry me? Let me tell you the truth. Zach and I are engaged. I know you want me. That's why you pulled all this crap, but stop dreaming. Kneel and admit you're in the wrong, and Zach may spare you," she said. The pain contorted my face, but fury burned through me. I said, "Only you would worship an imposter heir. Just wait. You'll see how far he'll fall when the truth comes out!"

This was my golden ticket. But how can he be trusted? “How do I know you’ll keep to the end of your bargain?” Alexander's smile widened and this time, triumphant. He knew he had won and gotten my attention. “You have no choice but to see for yourself.” I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t getting into a trap. He brought his hand for me to take. “This is just the beginning. To get our revenge, you’ll become something no one will ever see coming. You’ll be my imposter.”

he said, "whoever dares to impersonate his wife has some nerve. He's known his wife since childhood—they grew up together. How could he ever mistake someone else for her?" Beside me, my younger cousin Hailey's face flushed with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mary, what is going on here? Why are they accusing you of being an impostor? Wasn't it always decided that you and Cain would marry? Didn't we come here to prepare for your wedding?"

There is a huge gap between the immunity of mortals and immortals. I just leaned back in the chair when suddenly Anisto came in who seemed to be in a hurry. I frowned because of that. "Have they left your majesty?" He quickly asked me a question that surprised me. "Yes, it's been a few hours," I answered Anisto and I was surprised that Anisto was embarrassed because of what he found out. "I have something to tell you." He promised me and went inside. I was nervous that he might say that I feel very important.