Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

On the other hand, the brown jacket guy falls lifeless on the ground. As opportunity presents, the imposter fires at brown jacket's partner who jumps behind a counter, landing amongst the ladies. They all crawl away from him whimpering. The guy then responds with his own fire which drives the imposter behind a table. "You're just another lone idiot in my country, give up," the imposter vilifies him. "I'd kill everyone in here if I have to," he raises the gun and fires shots again without even peeking. "Don't die mam. Don't die. Don't make your baby's life miserable," Sophia bounces the crying baby in her arm while pleading with the mom to live.

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“Okay. So… there was this imposter. Someone who was posing as you. But she wasn’t like you at all. She walked differently. She tried to act like you, but I caught on. And she fired me.” I raised my brows. “Fired you?” “Yes! For calling her Ivy. But you…” she gestured at me, eyes wide. “You told me to call you Ivy. Not Miss Blackwood, not Madam, not boss, just Ivy. That’s how I knew for sure that she wasn’t you.” I nodded slowly, absently, my mind spinning. A twin. An imposter. Someone who wore my face, took my place, and nearly destroyed the life I had here while I was missing. Interesting.

The crunch of a twig breaks the surrounding silence and gives away the imposter's position. I grab the imposter by the neck, my claws piercing through his skin. He looks like Tobias, but this thing is not him. It doesn’t wear Tobias’ scent. “Who are you?” I growl ready to kill it. To my utter surprise, the imposter shifts. Tobias’ bulky frame shrinks down to the shape of an old man. I drop my hand and step back with a jolt at the sudden appearance of Chakor. I’m stunned into place, taking me several minutes to gather my wits. Chakor waits patiently for me to be rendered from my own paralyzing state. “What are you?” the question was full of bewilderment and a wave of anger for this trickery.

"We need to move Samuel. Now!" "Where? The building is locked down. All exits are—" The door exploded inward. Through the smoke stepped a figure. Not Alpha. Not Derek. Not any hive node. Someone new. Someone who moved with Marcus's cadence, Marcus's precision, Marcus's ghost made flesh. And when emergency lights finally flickered on, I saw his face. The face from the burned photograph. One of the three Blackstone survivors. And I recognized him. Because I had seen him before. Spoken to him. Trusted him.

the idiot grins, completely unaware of the two very real alphas standing behind him. Parker clears his throat loudly. “Your Highness. What a surprise finding you here.” The guy freezes. Parker’s hands clamp down on his shoulders and spin him around. “You’re wrong, Parker,” I say, eyeing the guy. “I don’t see the resemblance.” “You’re wrong, my King,” Parker replies with mock seriousness. He cups the impostor’s face like he’s inspecting fine jewelry. “Look at these eyes.” “What the hell, Parker?” I snort. “You trying to kiss him or me? He’s not that handsome, you know.”

Said Ellis and Austin went near him. Ellis looked around to see if anyone was listening to him. He found no one was near their table. Then he turned his attention to Austin who was sitting patiently for his answer. "I can't say you much. But I am in a mission here and that was my team members. We are using fake identities. In this mission, I am Ellis Martin, a professional eSports player. So, please call me Ellis Martin from now on. I hope you understand" Said Ellis. "Oh.... I understand." Said Austin.

That was a different story. Twenty minutes later, I had names. Markus Reed. Elijah “Chop” Henson. Both had rap sheets for petty theft, drug possession, breaking and entering. Low-level criminals. Not the kind of guys who usually impersonated federal agents and staged illegal interrogations. Unless someone paid them. I leaned back, rubbing a hand over my jaw. Someone with resources and enough paranoia to mask it all under a federal façade was orchestrating this. Bianca wasn’t just in over her head. She was swimming with sharks and didn’t even know it.

“I did nothing. How can y’all believe in a video and not me? How can y’all believe in a video that is fake.” “It doesn’t look fake. Stop trying to save yourself and accept it. I’m barely trying to control myself from giving you a dirty slap.” Noah stepped forward, standing in between them. “I’d suggest you don’t make that dangerous move. Eve grabbed the back of Noah’s shirt as her tears began to spill. This was what she never thought she would experience, being called an imposter. “Father, really? I can’t believe this.” Controlling her tears, she grabbed Noah’s arms. “Fine!”

the imposter, Martha, chuckled making the situation appear easy. Leita's expression hardens as she realizes that the imposter is trying to manipulate them. "You are not Danielle," she says firmly. "We know that you are an imposter.” Cyrus butted in. Leita narrows her eyes, realizing that something is off. "Don't play dumb," she says, her voice sharp. "You know exactly why we're here. You're not Danielle. You're an imposter.”