An Impossible Impostor Novels & Stories

Your husband is besotted with you and anyone else in your shoes would be overjoyed. "Except that he is not my husband," I told her. Her eyes widened in shock, "What? What do you mean by that?" "I know Hazel, okay. No one can change overnight. That man pretending to be Hazel is an impostor. He must be his doppelganger who was planted to take the place of the real Hazel. This impostor doesn't know that the old Hazel wasn't such a loving husband to me. That explains why he is acting strangely. I already stole some strands of his hair.

I was breathing hard after speaking and Saint’s face was blank when our eyes locked. The whole table was silent and feeling awkward, I downed the rest of my drink and wished I could disappear from mortification. My ears burned hotly as I ordered for more shots and kept throwing them back. “I didn’t do all those things you’ve just accused me of.” Saint finally responded and I wanted to pluck his eyes out right now. Such a ridiculous liar. As I stared at him right now, I slowly realized that it would be completely impossible for us to work together. In no time, we’d end up getting demoted just because we couldn’t get along. Just how humiliating is that gonna be?

“When you defended my program that day, when you stood up for me against those women—I felt it. That connection we used to have.” “Penelope…” “I’m sorry, Dominic. For not trusting my instincts. For believing the worst about you when the evidence was so obviously planted.” He reached out, his fingers almost touching my arm before he pulled back. “The imposter fooled everyone. Even his own father thought he was the real thing.” “The skinning,” I whispered. “He actually wore the real Edward’s face for months.” “But who was the impostor?” Dominic asked. “His identity is still too carefully hidden.”

"You know what your problem is? You have all her memories, but you don't understand them. Chaewon would never leave her daughter. Never. But you? You're already walking away." The imposter's jaw tightened. "I'm completing my mission." "Your mission is to be her. But you can't. Because being her means loving that little girl more than your own life. And you don't. You can't." For a moment, something flickered in the fake's eyes. Doubt. Pain. Humanity. Then it was gone. "Goodbye, Seraphina." The gun rose. A window shattered. A dart hit the imposter's neck. She stumbled, dropped the gun, clawed at the tranquilizer.

After the so called rescue unlike Kaitlyn the impostor tied the penetrators and beat them left the place after flashing her figure in the camera as if she knows there were lenses aiming in her way, without calling the police. Douglas quickly followed the impostor, but he wasn't able to get near her when she was seized by men she was able to trick them and escaped but Douglas is in her trail. Finally she made a wrong turn and end on a dead end, definitely she is not his bunny, if it was Kaitlyn there's no dead end would stopped her. "There is no way to escape fake Huntress! Surrender!" Douglas said. "Doug! Please allow me to escape." The fake huntress said..

Ara kept decoding the content of the file into simple English and what he discovered was the revelation of a miracle: Summer 1948 Three years after World War 2 THE CONCEPT OF THE IM? POSSIBLE DESTINATION After all the sacrifices, I finally found it. It was the greatest triumph in my life because I have finally achieved the impossible. It was there all along. Endless resources have been invested, time wasted and human imaginations stressed to the boundaries of their limits to the point that it had all been considered an impossibility, a mirage, a fairytale and an unachievable fantasy. Some philosophers branded it a failed experiment and an impossible theory never to manifest.

The bodyguards formed a circle around the lawyer to protect him. “It’s impossible! The daughter of the Mayfords is clearly Grace. How could it be Emily?!” Max’s face was full of disbelief. “It’s fake. It must be fake.” The shareholders looked at each other with a mocking expression while the colleagues standing at the back immediately exploded in shock, unable to process the overwhelming news.

The world was suddenly much bigger and much more dangerous than a messy divorce from Desmond Zimmerman. I frowned, trying to wrap my head around it. "Imposter? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lorenzo leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight. He looked disgusted. "It means exactly what it sounds like. Someone went through a lot of trouble to find a woman to pass as you. They paid her to play the part, and they didn't stop at the plan."

Each item listed was proof of Christopher's crimes. He had faked mental impairment for five years, all just to frame me. Even the car accident back then had been entirely his own doing. From the very moment I came back, he had used every means possible to frame me. And as though blind, Eliza had believed whatever he said. Perhaps she had her suspicions in the very beginning. But Christopher's relentless manipulations had kept her from ever looking into it, until all that remained was her disappointment in me. As she looked at the documents in her hands, she sank into endless anguish. Christopher was the true culprit behind my death, and she had played the role of his willing executioner.