Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

"Says the fake rich guy with zero skills. You lied to me, used me, and then made me earn money myself. You're trash!" "Who are you calling trash? Look at yourself. You're nothing but a mess, a used good, and you think you can marry into money? If you hadn't thrown yourself at me, I wouldn't have looked at you twice! "You think you're Josephine Tyson? She's educated, gorgeous, and Mr. Reed adores her. But you? You could work your whole life and never catch up!" Adam had exploded at the insult. He fired back with every crude word he knew. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely out of control.

I could see people turn around and act like their busy just to avoid me. “Oh my god, Eleanor! Finally, you are back” I heard Amy’s voice behind me as soon as I stepped out of the elevator. “Amy hi.” I smiled vividly at her as she frowned looking at me. This was a huge problem why didn’t mum tell me she was still working here? Amy was the only one who would differentiate between me and Eleanor. She took her time looking at me, her eyes trailed from my hair to my heels. “Emelia?” She said almost in a whisper as I widened my eyes. She knew that I was an imposter so soon? I have to give her that.

The rooftop was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t last in New Yorkhigh above the noise, tucked between forgotten buildings and digital shadows. A place not even drones bothered to sweep anymore. Ava stood in the dark, her breath even, her hands at her sides. She didn’t move when the other her stepped into view. Same face. Same posture. Same voice. But not the same fire. “You’re smaller than I expected,” the imposter said. Her tone was calm, practiced. Every word rolled off her tongue like it had been rehearsed a hundred times. “In the files, you seemed louder.”

As everyone turned their eyes to her livestream, Bernard made his appearance too, recording the unconscious guest as he explained, "Ms. Sweet and I are conscious as they fed us antidotes, since they were keen to get more money out of us…" And the rest panned out as Charlie had planned. After Mark double-tapped his dead comrades, he stepped in front of the cameras and said loudly, "Hello, everyone. My name is Mark, an Australian of Oskian and Japanese descent. Ten years ago, I joined Blackwater, the world's biggest mercenary group, and have been running ops in the southern atmosphere…" And with that, he elaborated at length on what happened. To make himself even more believable, he accused Bl

“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.

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

“Don’t try to deny it. We saw you. And Emma saw you earlier going into a hotel.” Mum glares at me and, as she’s about to say something, the impostor reappears with a vodka and cranberry and a large white wine. “Thanks, Jay,” she says nervously, taking the drink. The impostor turns to Steve and me and gives us a friendly smile. I’m not fooled. “Can I get you both a drink?” “They’re not staying,” Mum says, before we can answer. “Yes, we are,” replies Steve. “No. You’re not!” She says through gritted teeth.

He supplied her exact location in Singapore, also looping the view to reveal one of his men in her backyard. Anger and terror bolted through me. It only took one shot, and Natasha is gone. Kendrick’s quivering, but I scoffed. “It’s AI.” I knew it was real. “No, it’s not,” Kendrick whispered. Silver began, his voice triumphant. “I didn't take your brother’s corpse, and I don't know Queen Bee. You should be happy that your rival in love is dead at least–” “He’s my brother!” The rifles were unlocked, the man in Natasha’s backyard twirling his dagger, and waiting for command. Of course, the Blackwoods would have eyes on my family, even if they didn't tell anyone.

And over all of it, my pulse thunders. The man on the floor tries to lift the gun again. I kick it out of his hands so hard it skids down the hall. His wrist snaps with a sickening crunch, and his scream is drowned out by the next sound, the deliberate, slow clapping of the imposter as he steps out of the shadows. “Well done,” he says, his grin feral. “You always were faster than me.” “Stop talking,” I bite out. “Why? Afraid she’ll hear something true?”

He lifted the handset to answer. “Yeah?” “Are we still on for tonight?” Hunter asked. Jonathan sighed. “Yep. Do you think he’s definitely going to be there?” “Declan seems to think so. It’s the newest club to open and it’s what he usually goes for, right?” Jonathon had been on the hunt for his mysterious impersonator for the last month. Whenever a new club opened or some celebrity held a newsworthy shindig, Jonathon was there. Whoever the identity thief was, he always hit the biggest and brightest hotspots. The opening of Bye Bye Blackbird was definitely an event that would attract his would-be doppelgänger. Up until this point though, he’d had no luck tracking the bastard down. Jonathon tho