Fnf Imposter Novels & Stories

He explained. "It might look like she's been hurt, but it is just the kind of behavior she wants to be treated with while being in an intercourse. It's her kink. Besides, the guy that you are seeing right now is my friend, Harold. He's one of the youngest rugby players and the captain at the state level of our Sacramento. It is just a role play that they are acting in. Outside the bedroom he's very knowledgeable and kind. Don't you wanna meet him?" He continued explaining until Gracie was convinced.

Lydia shrieked as she hastily backed away and hid behind me. She brandished the report at Jeremy and screamed, "You're not my son! My son has a red birthmark behind his ear, but you don't! My son has nyctophobia, but you're not scared of the dark! My son's legs are fine, but you're crippled!" She then pointed at Dean before continuing, "You too! Both of you are impostors!" Dean collapsed into a chair. His shoulders were shaking violently as he covered his face with his hands, making it impossible to tell if he was crying or doing something else.

She glared at me with wild arrogance. I was speechless. "Did Jackson marry you in your dreams?" "You dare insult me?" Christina's face twisted with rage. She tilted her chin up in disdain. "My husband won't let you get away with this—" I raised my hand and cut her off, "I don't know what your husband will do. But I can tell you this. You pretending to be the wife of the Reed family's heir is fraud, and Jackson will definitely not let it slide!" Watching someone pretend to be a society wife at my expense was a new experience. I almost applauded.

"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

Just as her colleagues were marveling at her capabilities, a news story erupted. Imogen suddenly became the center of attention in her department. The hashtag "#SentencedForImpersonatingAnother'sDegree" quickly gained traction. Upon reading the news, it was uncovered that a woman named Zoey Layton had fraudulently assumed the identity of Norvania Aerospace Academy's top graduate through her parents' connections. As a result, both Imogen's true identity and that of the impostor were brought to light. Fortunately, the impostor who had impersonated Imogen had her credentials revoked.

"Mrs. Fraser is already here, and you still dare pretend to be some rich heir? Logan, just because your last name is Fraser doesn't mean nobody will expose you!" The blow left me dizzy and disoriented. I saw my mother turn her head away and cover her nose in disgust through my blurry vision. "Who's this filthy beggar? How dare he impersonate my child!" Lucia kicked me to the ground the second my mother refused to acknowledge me, forcing me to collapse facedown in the dirt. Then, she hurried over to my mother like a well-trained dog begging for treats. "Mrs. Fraser, Logan has been pretending to be the Fraser heir."

Even though I feel like the floor just dropped out from under me. "I'm fine," I whisper, and my voice doesn't sound like mine. "Can I... Can I still access the account?" She hesitates. "Technically, yes. But you'll need to provide identification and proof that you're alive. We'll need to file paperwork to correct the records. It might take a few days." "Okay," I say, my voice dull. Numb. "Okay. I'll come back." I thank her quietly, my words barely working, and turn to leave.

Alyssa said, “but I’ll let you off just this once because I like you.” “You like my chocolate,” Jonathon said, finally finding his footing in this bizarre conversation. She grinned. “True,” she replied, “and I like what you are doing for our economy.” “Happy to help,” he replied with a sigh of relief as the conversation turned back to business. “Have you managed to find the imposter?” Freddie asked. “I have my suspicions,” Jonathon replied. “I’m just not sure what to do next.” Freddie nodded thoughtfully. “Do you know why he is doing what he is doing?”

Good thing my girlfriend has my back. I tapped into the fake profile. Its settings showed "visible for the last six months only". But Imogen hadn't touched Twitter in seven years. Her final post was still our wedding photo from back then. It looked like someone was impersonating her and pulling off some sort of con. I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more.

I yelled back at my father. He pointed a shaky finger at me for a few seconds, then turned to regard the workers again, "From today onwards, let it be known that this woman came into this organization as an imposter, and she even deceived my son to think that she is his real girlfriend. I mean, I really need to know Joe she does it..." He watched Persy with a disgusted look in his eyes, then went on to say,