An Impossible Impostor Novels & Stories

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”

She lived nearby, so in just a little over 20 minutes, she was already standing at my door. I poured her a glass of water and invited her to take a seat on the couch. But she refused. Instead, she grabbed my hand tightly. "Piper, I need to tell you something, but you need to prepare yourself." Her hands were trembling, and her face was frighteningly pale. "Ted Towery has been dead for over a month. He fell off a cliff. When they found him, his organs had been shredded by branches! You've been bewitched by a ghost, and that's why you forgot about it!

Just as her colleagues were marveling at her capabilities, a news story erupted. Imogen suddenly became the center of attention in her department. The hashtag "#SentencedForImpersonatingAnother'sDegree" quickly gained traction. Upon reading the news, it was uncovered that a woman named Zoey Layton had fraudulently assumed the identity of Norvania Aerospace Academy's top graduate through her parents' connections. As a result, both Imogen's true identity and that of the impostor were brought to light. Fortunately, the impostor who had impersonated Imogen had her credentials revoked.

It wasn't hard to tell who the impostor was. He slammed down the fake results on the table and grabbed Jasper hard at the scruff of his collar. “We know that you are an impostor,” he snarled. “Now tell us who the fuck you are and why the hell you look exactly like him. We were able to pull up her records, and your real name is Michael Hall. Why the hell do you look like Jasper?” Jasper number two refused to talk. He simply turned his face away from Ross. I was getting impatient and stood up. I grabbed Ross's pair of handcuffs from his belt and hit Jasper number two in the head with them.

The impostor replied grimly, “If I hadn’t returned, he would be in complete control of the Greater Realms. Now that I’m back, he’s lost that authority.” Maxine trembled and shook her head in disbelief. “No, no, Truett is not like that. He’s loyal to you. He’s your close friend…” The impostor slowly approached Maxine. “You’re too naive, Maxine. In the face of true power, there are no friends—only winners and losers.”

The murmurs turned sharp, slicing. “I feel uneasy.” “I think we should wait for the host.” “Nuella Hale wouldn’t lie about this, would she?” My jaw tightened, but I didn’t move. Not yet. I wanted to see how far she would go with her performance. Nuella turned back to me, her eyes glittering like broken glass, “Tell me, impostor. Do you really think you can fool Capital City? Do you think you can parade around in a borrowed name and get away with it? I, Nuella Hale, will expose you for the fraud you are!”

“I will uncover the truth. And when I do—I’ll rip your head off myself.” He storms away, choosing the stairs, vanishing like a storm cloud down the hall. I slide down the wall, gasping, shaking, trying to catch my breath. That wasn’t Theo. Not my Theo. But maybe my Theo doesn’t exist anymore. I force myself to stand. I wipe my face with my hands, smearing the tears into my skin like it’s paint. No more crying. No more weakness. And then I see her. The impostor. Leaning casually against her doorframe, arms crossed, a smug little smile playing on her lips like this is all some damn game to her.

She glared at me with wild arrogance. I was speechless. "Did Jackson marry you in your dreams?" "You dare insult me?" Christina's face twisted with rage. She tilted her chin up in disdain. "My husband won't let you get away with this—" I raised my hand and cut her off, "I don't know what your husband will do. But I can tell you this. You pretending to be the wife of the Reed family's heir is fraud, and Jackson will definitely not let it slide!" Watching someone pretend to be a society wife at my expense was a new experience. I almost applauded.

he said, swiping the screen, "the impostor. They might look the same, but if the last few years have taught me anything, this impostor is nothing short of the devil." "What are you driving at?" I asked suspiciously. Alaric withdrew his hand from the car monitor. "Like I said earlier, you are playing with fire. If that impostor finds out that you are not who you say you are, he's gonna kill you." "What about you? Isn't he going to do the same to you?" Alaric shrugged. "I am a male--" "That's misogynistic!" He shrugged again. "Call it whatever you want. But if things go south, I have a chance at fighting and defeating him. You are no match for him. And that's why you need to stay away."

“Why all the questions?” Why? I gave a small, humorless laugh. I preferred to tell him the truth, so I did. “Well, in that case…” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I found the impostor.” His brows lifted slightly, but there was no real surprise. If anything, his expression was more… resigned. As if he’d been waiting for this moment. “I found her,” I continued, voice calm and deliberate.. “But before I could make her pay, I wanted to know the complete story.”