An Impossible Impostor Novels & Stories

“Not lies, fox. These are records. Every name she could have been. Every grave she almost occupied.” He glared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and whispered. “She’s alive.” The imposter ran her finger over the last passport, tapping on the red stamp as she responded, “For now.” Camela’s distant cries echoed faintly, trapped somewhere beyond the line of people that didn't move. The imposter stood tall again, her eyes glowing faintly red as she adjusted her dress. “Welcome to the crossing. No one leaves without papers. And every paper costs a soul.”

With a great roar the weapon Frederick called Forge descended upon the imposter! "Please! Wait! I know where-" the imposter pleaded, trying to trade information for her life. In her fear she had forgotten that this wasn't her real body, and she wouldn't truly die. Yes, her soul would be injured, but it wouldn't be enough to kill her. "Silence! It's too late to plead. Your sins are unpardonable!" Frederick seethed, not stopping his hammer. As that large shadow fell upon her, the Imposter heard Frederick declare,

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.

The kind of voice that was accustomed to rooms going quiet for it. She’d spent twelve hours preparing for this moment and had planned, vaguely, to give a fake name. Something forgettable. Something that would let her gather more before committing to anything. “Rhodes,” she said instead. “Liora Rhodes.” It landed the way she’d half-intended. She watched his face. Something moved behind his eyes quick, precise, gone before she could pin a label to it. Recognition. Calculation. Something else underneath both. “Rhodes,” he repeated. Almost to himself. His head tilted slightly, just enough to show he was turning it over. “Unusual name.”

All my effort would be in vain anyway, so why bother? I chuckled coldly and replied with a huff, "What? Trying to get me to act like Selena again? Did you want me to learn to be as ungrateful as her? Or learn how to be an impostor like she is? "She's just an orphan. What is there for me to mimic about her? Justin Bloomberg, did you really think that you'd still be able to fool everyone with your pathetic act?" When the guests saw that Justin was on Selena's side, they started rallying behind him.

DANTE'S POV: “Wait!....I object to this wedding”. I said as I entered the venue where Tracy was about to get married to an imposter. “What's going on here?”. Tracy asked in confusion. “Here is the real Jacob. The one with you is an imposter”. I said with my index finger pointing towards the fake Jacob. “That's a lie, how can you call me an imposter just like that?”. The fake Jacob asked. “Because you are an imposter”. I replied.

“He said Damian deceived me and that my daughter who was mated with Damian isn’t really my daughter,” “What does that mean?” My advisor asked. I looked at him and saw the confusion that had crept into his face. He was just as confused as I was. “I don’t know either but he said Damian deceived me by using an imposter to act like my daughter,” I replied. “But...How is that even possible? We all saw Anne. Even if that were the case, how would Damian have carried it out smoothly?” He asked. I sighed, “When I asked how that was possible, he said the most preposterous thing,”

The realization that he had been berated and ordered around by an impostor for all this time ignited a fury within him that he could hardly contain Clifford gritted his teeth, demanding, "Where's the impostor?" With crocodile tears streaming down her face, Larissa halted her crying to explain, "I was planning to continue the interrogation when the impostor barely uttered a word before suddenly dying, blood streaming from all orifices. It tampered ." She didn't intend to reveal the strange worm found inside the impostor's brain, aware that her alliance with Clifford was based on mutual interests rather than trust. Upon hearing this, Clifford's mind went blank.

My mother and Cayden came down and let me know there was something important to talk about, I followed them feeling anxious until they showed me that I was sleeping with an imposter. I didn't believe it because I knew my husband and Omri was Omri, there must have been a mistake. I looked at all the pictures, the properties, the embezzlement, and the proof that even Jared found out and the confirmation from Malkie's blood, it doesn't match with Omri's. I was in denial and total shock, I threw the file away saying, "It is all lies, why would you lie to me," my heart was beating so fast at the revelation, this couldn't be true. I heard the door and Omri walked in but it couldn't be, the beard a

What kind of game is this? “Answer him,” Cassian chimed in, his tone smug, his eyes gleaming. “What do you mean?” I asked Mr. Everhart, tilting my head in confusion, my best impression of a wounded socialite. “You’re an impostor,” Cassian snapped, leaning forward. “You’re not the Aria we know. So where is the real Aria?” Impostor. The word hit like a slap. How the hell did he find out? I felt the heat rise under my skin, but my face stayed cool, a perfect mask. As far as I knew, there was no proof. If there was no proof, there was no crime.