Black Imposter Among Us の小説・ストーリー

Damian spoke and immediately, I felt a weight settle in my stomach. "That's fucked. Even if I snooped around Rikkard's systems, I was never that stupid to do something like that. Fuck, not only does my impersonator have a death wish, but they're also putting a target on my back," I said, my head swarming with all the possibilities of how this could end. Along with this, the codes kept repeating in my head again and again until I got overwhelmed, and it felt like my head was going to shut down. "The good thing is, Rik might be able to track down the impersonator," Aiden said. "We could reach out to him at this hour and try to work something out,"

“It’s not wickedness. It’s called a game.” “A game that ruins lives.” My fingers curled at my side. “A game that decides who rules.” His eyes stayed locked on mine. “The undercover agent. Her name is Bianca Lotti. I’m telling you this so you won’t feel shut out or start thinking the impostor is the real Isabella.” His voice dropped on the last words. I nodded my head once in acknowledgment. “One more thing, don’t let her know you know anything about her.” His expression hardened as he leaned closer.

But there was something wrong, his smile curved sharper, his eyes colder, almost hungry. “Lena,” he said slowly, stepping closer, his shoes silent against the marble. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Who the hell are you?” Zane’s voice thundered from behind me, sharp and furious. The man chuckled, low and dangerous. “You could say I’m the part of Kai you never met.” Kai moved forward, standing between us now, his gun already drawn. “Put your hands where I can see them.” The imposter raised both hands mockingly. “Relax, brother. You’ll hit me and ruin the family portrait. That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?”

Her bright amber eyes remained fixed on the conversation, straining to hear any snippets of dialogue that would reveal the imposter's motives. As she drew closer, the woman in the black cloak turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Devica's penetrating gaze. A knowing smile played upon her lips, as if she had expected the Luna's presence all along. The imposter, unaware of Devica's proximity, continued to speak, her voice a haunting echo. "You have done well," the imposter said, her voice eerily similar to Devica's own. "Soon, the pack will be ours, and the moon's power will be within our grasp."

It wasn't hard to tell who the impostor was. He slammed down the fake results on the table and grabbed Jasper hard at the scruff of his collar. “We know that you are an impostor,” he snarled. “Now tell us who the fuck you are and why the hell you look exactly like him. We were able to pull up her records, and your real name is Michael Hall. Why the hell do you look like Jasper?” Jasper number two refused to talk. He simply turned his face away from Ross. I was getting impatient and stood up. I grabbed Ross's pair of handcuffs from his belt and hit Jasper number two in the head with them.

"We're going to fix that. What's the real situation here? Are you in charge or is there really a separate faction trying to kill you?" Jimmy shrugged. "I don't really know what's going on. It's like everything I thought was going on was a dream and looking at it with fresh eyes makes me doubt what I know." "Okay. We'll get this figured out." The rest of the men joined them. Footsteps and voices at the outer door drew their attention. Hands flew to their guns. The door opened. A man with black hair peppered with silver stood in the doorway. His face turned to shock as he drew his hands up in surrender. Black lines filled his palm. Jack shot him in the chest. Kip and Calum shot the other two m

"If you trigger a 'Haptic Feedback' error, the security drones will flag us." We were almost at the Archive building when a man on a silver disc suddenly stopped. He didn't have a headset on. He was young, maybe twenty, with a bored expression. He looked at us. Not at our avatars, but at **Us**. He blinked. He looked at the ash on Rowan’s shirt. He looked at the blood on my arm. "Whoa," he said, his voice sounding thin and weak in the real air. "Hey... you guys look... really high-res. What mod is that? 'The Homeless Experience'?"

Samuel Black sat across from me, steady and unafraid, offering protection that came from shadows I didn’t fully understand. “You’ve been living under an alias,” I said quietly. “Yes.” “And loving me in secret.” “Yes.” I looked down at my milkshake, now half melted. “Emily,” he said gently, “whatever you decide, I am on your side. Fully.” I lifted my gaze slowly. Across the booth sat a judge. A strategist. A man who had just confessed love and criminal lineage in the same breath. And I realized the world I thought I’d escaped might be far darker and far more powerful than I’d imagined.

Levy held the stone, allowing their questions and outrage to wash over him for a moment before he spoke again, his voice cutting through the noise with Alpha authority. “Quiet! Both of you. This is not a guess. This is a confirmation. I’ve spent days with him. I know what the true Darren feels like.” He looked at me, a cold command in his gaze. “The one sitting before me… he is not Darren. He is an imposter. And I suspect he knows exactly what happened to the true Moon Chosen.” The silence that followed was chilling, heavier than any previous one. It was the silence of two powerful Alphas processing an unthinkable truth.

“Yes. A Rogue named Sally Freeman was indeed captured and we wanted to know if she was registered on the blacklist.” “Is she here?” I asked. “Why? What makes you so interested in a blacklisted Rogue?” Oh Goddess, just drop this idiot off a cliff or something. I couldn’t exactly say it out loud, but this guy was really a hate at first sight and I couldn’t help but think it to myself. “There are people out looking for her.” I said cryptically, hoping that he would just drop the subject. Alpha Richard pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.