Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

My heart is throbbing, a feeling running in my body as if my hands were numb and legs I couldn’t move. I struggle to breathe as I move around the room unable to focus on anything. “Hey? Tell me what’s wrong.” She comes closer as I move away from her, ‘Did you know?” I question her and she tries to make sense of what I was saying to her. “Liam, why didn’t you come down then we can talk about this huh?” She asked me as I shook my head. I knew just then that she knew something about Emelia “Did you know that the woman I was going out with this entire time is an imposter?’ I asked her and he lowered her head looking away from me.

Like they were waiting to see who would swing first. Then, the imposter pulled something from her coat pocket small device. Thin. Sleek. She tossed it onto the rooftop between them. Ava didn’t move. “It’s a tracker,” the fake said. “They already know we’re here. They wanted to see if I could finish it.” Ava’s eyes narrowed. “Finish what?” “You.” Far below, in a parked SUV, Luca’s comms lit up. “Rooftop signal jammed,” his security lead said. “We lost visual. She’s dark.”

Dropping his guns, he fell loudly to his knees and cried worshipfully, "I'm sorry for being so ignorant, Mr. Wade! But please consider that I have yet to sin, and give me a chance to atone!" Then, turning to the men who survived, he barked, "Drop your gun already, punks! And beg for mercy!" His lackeys came to their senses then and quickly dropped their guns to kneel as well. "That's why I like talking to people with common sense," Charlie calmly said, nodding. "Now tell me everything you know." The leader quickly said, "My name is Mark, an Oskian-Japanese Australian. I joined Blackwater ten years ago and is now M7, mainly taking southern hemisphere missions."

“Are you alone?” The imposter’s eyes flickered when he heard that. He tried to school his expression, but it was too late. His facade cracked at the edges like chipped ceramic. “I am not alone,” I answered. “Don't tell him,” the imposter mumbled. To Detroit, I answered calmly, “I'm with your duplicate. An imitation. A very good one… he hugged your woman, Detroit.” Detroit growled, one that made my heart skip over itself. A beastly growl. The kind that promised death.

Tears slid down my cheeks. Where was Candido? What was going to happen to me now? Would this imposter take me to Damian? Would he just leave me here to die? Had Candido already died? “Who are you?” The imposter asked to the hooded figures. They said nothing, but I felt more of them appearing around us. Their eyes were focused on us. I expected this imposter to drop me and escape on his own if he could, maybe offer me up, but he didn’t release me.

His words brought me back to reality, and I managed to shove down the terrible thoughts. “It’s okay,” I insisted after I gathered myself. “Please, keep going. What else did you find out?” “The imposter didn’t know the identity of the masked man,” Asher said, and he let out a sigh. “But from the sounds of it, he’s a powerful man in Anemond.” So, it likely wasn’t Oliver Moses after all. The imposter would have known it was him by the sound of his voice that day in the corridor. Still, I wasn’t going to relax. The Beta couldn’t be trusted and I couldn’t cast aside my doubts about him, no matter what was presented.

“You know, you’ve been very good to me… well, sometimes. I basically needed you, and you played your role perfectly without even being told what to do.” “I did want to go undercover,” he continued, eyes glinting. “I just had to use you as my substitute so I didn’t get suspected—which kinda worked.” “Now… I’m so fucking confused how your damn ass investigator actually found out about me. There’s only one thing—there’s an imposter in my midst. If I find out who, he’s going to die miserably.” His voice dropped, cold ,lethal . I flinched, my hands trembling.

“What’s the problem?” “Nothing,” I lie, already rubbing a hand down my face. “Go back in.” But she’s not buying it. Of course, she’s not. “It’s not nothing, Damon. Tell me. And I heard you mention the man from yesterday?” she pushes, inching closer. I clench my jaw. Might as well tell her. She’s not stupid. “He was an impostor,” I say flatly. Her hand flies to her mouth. “What?” she chokes out.

The impostor Whitney was playing host, proudly entertaining colleagues from various areas. "Thanks to our years of effort, the work of the garrison army has been going very smoothly. So, I propose a toast to all of you!" fake Whitney said with a beaming smile, raising her glass and drinking its contents in one gulp. Following her lead, everyone present stood up and raised their glasses in celebration. All of them were oblivious to the imposter’s true identity save for two people—Nathaniel and Safiya. Ash had already informed them of the situation, making them wary of the drinks served. Fortunately, Ash had given each of them a pill that could neutralize any poison. Therefore, with some hesit

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th