Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

The room felt smaller than it had before, the walls just slightly closer than they should be. Outside, the city went on without her. Lights in every window. People living in all directions. And somewhere out there — somewhere in a building nicer than she could imagine from the outside of it — Damien Hawthorne was probably halfway through a dinner she couldn't afford. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Looked at her own reflection. Tired eyes. The sharp cut of her jaw. Her mother's nose. She went back to the table and plugged the USB in again. There was a folder she hadn't opened. Password protected. She tried her mother's birthday. The name Elias. Then Damien, then *Rhodes*, th

Fighting back tears, I fixed my gaze on Liam, the one who was supposed to be my biological brother. I then declared defiantly, "You're absolutely right about that. I'm indeed putting on an act! I'm obviously the biological daughter of the Johnson family, so I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine! What does it matter that Tina stole my guaranteed spot at the university? I'm smarter than her, so I'll always be better than her!"

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

“Brothers too?” “By now, they are already familiar with the rules and regulations. I give them a lot of cheating codes. Please anticipate their actions.” Shadow propped her chin on Orange’s shoulder. “What are their roles?” “Executioners.” Shadow raised her head and arched her brow. “Are you sure they are playing Amongst Us?” “No, they aren’t. I have improvised the game according to their standards. And yours too.” Shadow moved closer and loomed just next to his cheek. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.” She jumped like a child.

“You’re just someone who can’t even show me your ID. How dare you ask me to shut down my restaurant? Who the heck are you?” The man was livid. He turned around, pointed at Thomas, and yelled, “I'm the nephew of the Department of Health's director!” So, he was another imposter. Right then, Pisces walked over and whispered, “Commander, I've looked into his background. He's William Carter, and he really is the nephew of the Department of Health's director. But, he's not working for the Department of Health, so he isn't a government servant.” That also meant this man was an imposter who relied on his uncle’s authority to act pretentiously and oppress other people.

“Are you an idiot? I asked who you gave it to, I know you do not have it,” He said nothing. “Theo, we should move this discussion to the torture room, what do you say?” “I… I… do… cannot…” the imposter began to spasm and in a few minutes it was clear that he was dead. “He is dead,” Theo whispered. “He was bonded to someone; that is why he died trying to tell us what happened,” I said. “Another dead end.” “At least we know that he was working for someone who does not want to be known.”

“You fools.” Zeke snapped, his tone icy. “My father ordered the arrest of the imposter—Samir—not me. You’ve misunderstood his orders.” Without flinching in the face of drawn weapons, Zeke took a few steps forward, his voice steady and commanding. “Samir has caused irreparable harm. He impersonated me, tried to seize power, and ignited conflict between the royal family and the citadel. His crimes are unforgivable. “My father issued those orders because he’s unaware that I’ve already arrived in the US. He’s targeting the impostor—Samir—not me.”

I didn't like basements, especially in vampire's homes. "William—" "Shh." I clamped my mouth shut. The three men and three women stopped talking when William and I entered. Two of the men and two of the women were pale white. If I had seen them walking the streets, I would have surely noticed them. The other woman was Asian, dainty but stunning. Her skin wasn't pale, but she could have used a bit of "tan in a can." The other man was black, and for a moment I thought I was looking at Omar Epps. My mouth dropped open before I realized that it wasn't him. Day-um. Brother man had a chocolate complexion that didn't need any enhancement.

I’m іn аn FBI саr, drіvіng the streets wіth a mаn whо’ѕ actually іn dіѕguіѕе. Aftеr leaving Blаkе, who wаѕ drеѕѕеd as himself and has bееn рuttіng оn a ѕhоw all thіѕ time. I wаnt tо lаugh, but the rеаlіtу of what’s gоіng tо hарреn to him ѕеtѕ іn. “It’ѕ nоt ѕо late уеt. Arе wе gоіng to see enough girls tо mаkе іt wоrthwhіlе?”