An Impossible Impostor Novels & Stories

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

Haley stormed over to Thomas and pointed at me while yelling, "Mr. Siegel, look at this wretched woman! It's bad enough she came here to ruin my wedding, but she's pretending to be your wife. How despicable and shameless can she be?" Thomas was here today as a guest of Joel, who had invited him to the wedding. Joel might be just a driver, but he had served Thomas for over a decade. Thomas looked in the direction of Haley's finger to check out the woman who was accused of impersonating his wife.

"We have to continue our plans." I lift a brow. "What plans?" He shrugs. "You know, the plans." Achilles scoffs. "Oh yeah, that’s convincing. Try again." The imposter pauses. Then its form ripples, shifting like liquid until a tall woman stands in its place. Dark curls frame her sharp face, and her feline-like eyes gleam with amusement. She claps slowly. "I was hoping you’d be stupid enough to fall for that." Achilles sighs. "Oh please, you think that was a good shift? Babe, I’m insulted."

he yells a second time. "Amigo, I think that's Robert Scofield. I've seen him before," brown jacket's partner notices. "Robert is dead, that's impossible. Who're you?" Brown jacket questions him. "You're gonna forget about my daughter and walk out of the bank or I shoot. You choose," the imposter introduces his options. "You're no one. You're an imposter," brown jacket accuses him. "Imposter?" Sophia whispers to herself and turns to her dad, staring at him with eyes full of suspicion as he speaks.

Stella wanted to tell him that none of the people there would notice that, but someone asked them to play a new game before she could open her mouth. Stella kept her thoughts to herself, planning to discuss them with Marshall after the game ended. The game, "Who's The Imposter," had simple rules. Each player would draw a piece of paper and describe the person or thing written on it. One player would select something different from the rest. The others had to identify the imposter based on their descriptions. Success meant uncovering the imposter; failure meant the imposter remained hidden. The losers would cover not only the wedding dinner expenses but also the hotel costs for all guests, in

The imposter portraying herself as Mia is making him feel so uncomfortable. One thing is clear that person isn’t here to kill her or harm her, so why is that person now around her? Why is that person taking Mia’s look? Why is that person here? Is it to turn her against me? Because it seems to be working somehow. “There’s an imposter among us!” Kaiser said, facing all of them. “What!” “Who?” “My mate keeps seeing Mia all the time, and it’s strange,” he said, hitting his fingers on the table repeatedly.

the imposter, Martha, chuckled making the situation appear easy. Leita's expression hardens as she realizes that the imposter is trying to manipulate them. "You are not Danielle," she says firmly. "We know that you are an imposter.” Cyrus butted in. Leita narrows her eyes, realizing that something is off. "Don't play dumb," she says, her voice sharp. "You know exactly why we're here. You're not Danielle. You're an imposter.”

Otherwise, she could not afford to be embarrassed if they were to really start arguing about it! After Clara left, Dr. Watte looked at Heather and asked, “What are you going to do with this impostor?” “This impostor is a swindler who’s harming others. Of course, he must be handed over to the police.” Heather said resentfully, “He nearly killed my daughter. He’ll get time in prison for sure!” Heather waved her hand and asked the bodyguards and servant to escort the impostor to the police station.

“You replaced him?” “Temporarily,” it replied. “Testing integration.” My voice shook. “Where is he?” The impostor smiled again. “Paused.” Mael choked. “Paused?” “Stored,” it clarified. “Safe.” Kairos stepped forward. “Bring him back.” The impostor looked almost amused. “You assume authority.” “I assume loyalty,” Kairos growled. The air tightened. The thing studied us. Me. Especially me. “You anchor well,” it said. “But anchors can be swapped.”

My heart felt as if it wanted to explode in my chest. I was momentarily glad that I was already kneeling on the ground because my legs were weak, and I was not sure if they’d be able to hold up my weight. The imposter walked up to me and slapped me across the face before I had time to react to what I was seeing. “How dare you pretend that you’re me!” She scolded. “You helped that monster kidnap me and then you pretend that you are me!? You are truly sick!!” I stared at her in disbelief; who was this monster? How did she pose to be me? How was this possible?