An Impossible Impostor Novels & Stories

She asked me as I shrugged my shoulders. “So what’s going to happen?” She asked me as I pursed my lips together. “She wants me to take Eleanor’s place tomorrow” I said to her and she widened her eyes. “How? Do you think the man will accept? You will go as a substitute? I can’t believe his” She said sitting back, “Not substitute. More like an imposter” I said to her as she widened her eyes. “You wouldn’t...” “I know. I also told her there was no way I can pretended to be someone else” I explained to her as she held my hands.

"Mrs. Fraser is already here, and you still dare pretend to be some rich heir? Logan, just because your last name is Fraser doesn't mean nobody will expose you!" The blow left me dizzy and disoriented. I saw my mother turn her head away and cover her nose in disgust through my blurry vision. "Who's this filthy beggar? How dare he impersonate my child!" Lucia kicked me to the ground the second my mother refused to acknowledge me, forcing me to collapse facedown in the dirt. Then, she hurried over to my mother like a well-trained dog begging for treats. "Mrs. Fraser, Logan has been pretending to be the Fraser heir."

This was more entertaining than I had expected. She muttered something under her breath. I caught fragments of it. "Damn you, Claire. How am I supposed to get out of this? Should I just tell him I am not the real Claire? No. What if he has me arrested for impersonating someone? Oh my God. Adrian Cole is not someone I can mess with. If you can save me from this, Lord, I promise I will not stand in for Claire anymore." Her words confirmed what I already suspected. She was an imposter. Yet I kept my expression neutral. I wanted to see how she would handle the pressure.

We can help each other. Hope, sharp and dangerous and terrifying, lanced through the despair Gideon had poured into me. This changed everything. It wasn’t just my life and Elisse’s on the line anymore. It was the fate of a real princess, the legitimacy of Kairi’s alliance, the entire truth of this war. But it was also an impossible risk. The impostor was still the impostor. This could be a trap. A trick orchestrated by Gideon to test my loyalty, to give him the excuse he needed to cut me off.

“That day, he came to my office to tell me how he carefully orchestrated everything. He said that he would destroy every single person that ever looked down on him. I begged him to undo what he did but it was too late. The freakiest part was how he explained everything with my body and face. It was like he stole my identity but I still had it. I don’t know how to explain it but it was really creepy. “My wife thinks I made this all up because I don’t want to own up to my fault. She has filed for a divorce, I’m expecting the papers soon. I would have my license to practice law revoked too. I’m finished, this is the end. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” Simon said. From the way he look

I say with a huge smile but it all goes away when I try to hug him and he backs off, letting my hands fall to my sides. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” I ask him, blood drumming in my ears as I wait for his answer. He doesn’t even waste a heartbeat when he answers. “I don’t hate you Carrie, but I don’t see that happening.” An imposter is a person who pretends to be someone else in order to deceive others, especially for fraudulent gain. But in my case it’s for love. I take Drew’s hand the moment we get off the car. Mine feels so small in his very large ones which makes it perfect. It gives me the feeling of being protected by him but it does nothing to calm my mind.

The imposter, no longer concealing her malevolent intentions, retaliated with dark magic, creating illusions that danced on the periphery of reality. Zavier and I, our wolf forms intertwined in a synchronized dance, circled the imposter, each movement a strategic attempt to dismantle the witch's illusions. The courtyard, once a stage for treachery, became a battleground where the authenticity of love clashed with the artifice of deception. "Dominico, snap out of it!" I urged, my voice cutting through the illusions like a beacon of reality. The imposter, sensing the unraveling of her charade, intensified her efforts to manipulate Dominico's emotions.

Hearing this, the imposter appeared to be slightly flustered, for he didn't expect that there was such a huge flaw in his seemingly impeccable plan. Unresigned, he gnashed his teeth and snarled, "So what if you've found out about this? You can never locate him!" Hilda guffawed. "It was just a guess. Now you've confirmed it for us!" The imposter gulped, for he didn't expect that he had fallen into her trap.

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--"