Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

Natasha's lips curled into a scornful smirk. "So, you're the new girl Sebastian's parading around as his fiancée. I must say, you're quite the impostor." Ava's heart skipped a beat, taken aback by Natasha's hostile words. She struggled to find a response, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over her. Impostor? Before Ava could defend herself, Natasha reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, her finger swiftly dialing a number. "Security, we have an intruder. Escort this imposter out of the agency immediately."

As soon as he stepped into the clearing, the imposter’s expression shifted, a flicker of something dark passing over his face before he quickly masked it with a smile. Magnus stepped forward, his eyes cold and hard as he addressed the imposter. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice laced with authority. “And what have you done with our Gamma?” The imposter’s smile faltered, and for a moment, the mask slipped, revealing the hatred that simmered beneath the surface. But it was only for a moment, and then the smile was back, though it no longer reached his eyes. “What are you talking about, Alpha?” the imposter replied, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “I am Gamma Darius. I’ve been tr

"Jayden, I think there is an imposter with me who has your face." "What? Where are you?" "I am in our room." "I will be there in a minute." "Love, is there a problem?" I asked with a fake smile. "Nothing. I am good. Won't you give me a hug?" The imposter said and spread his arms. "Of course, my love," I smiled and walked to the imposter. Immediately, Raven activated the powers in me. The moment I got close to the imposter, I slammed my hand against his chest. He was brave enough to try stabbing me, but when my hand touched his chest, the impact slammed him against the wall and his hand went still in the air.

"She's gonna be okay, Gray. Abby's a fighter." But I saw the doubt in his eyes. Heard it in the tremor of his voice. And a cold, suffocating dread coiled around my chest. "Listen, Gray,” Colton’s voice was low, controlled. “We found the shooter. It was... it was someone pretending to be Cale Hunter." He paused, his jaw tight. "Someone used a very lifelike mask identical to Cale. If it hadn’t torn at the neck, we never would’ve suspected it was a mask. Gray, this was a pretty sophisticated operation, an assassination attempt on you."

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

I'd heard that a possessed person could only walk on their tiptoes, so he'd leave toe prints in the ash. Trembling, I clutched a bag of incense ash and hid in the bedroom, leaving a small crack in the door to watch what was happening outside. Ted came out of the bathroom and, completely unsuspecting, stepped right onto the ash. He showed no reaction at all, nor did it seem like he sensed there was anything on the floor. He just calmly walked across it like usual. He then leaned down and poured water from the kettle. I had also placed a packet of rice inside the jar of coffee beans on the counter.

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

Thomas looked in the direction of Haley's finger to check out the woman who was accused of impersonating his wife. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression froze. He couldn't believe the bloodied and battered figure before him was the same poised, elegant woman he knew as his wife. "Is she that woman you just called shameless?" His voice trembled. That was a clear sign that he had recognized me. Truthfully, I didn't want Thomas to see me in such a miserable state, which is why I had kept my head down and avoided his gaze. But I underestimated the depth of his feelings for me. Despite my disheveled appearance, he recognized me in an instant.

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

All my effort would be in vain anyway, so why bother? I chuckled coldly and replied with a huff, "What? Trying to get me to act like Selena again? Did you want me to learn to be as ungrateful as her? Or learn how to be an impostor like she is? "She's just an orphan. What is there for me to mimic about her? Justin Bloomberg, did you really think that you'd still be able to fool everyone with your pathetic act?" When the guests saw that Justin was on Selena's side, they started rallying behind him.