Novel & Cerita I Am The Real One

And as she closed her eyes briefly, leaning into the warmth of human connection, she whispered softly—not as a mantra, not as a shield, but as a statement of survival: “I am here. I am real. I am still me.”

he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I swallowed hard, my courage faltering under his intense gaze. "Like... like I'm real and not some contract." He reached out. His warm, rough hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. It wasn't a performance. There were no cameras on the balcony. There was no staff to impress. "You are the only thing that is real," he murmured. "Everything else... the company, the money, the legacy... it’s all noise. But you..."

“That is what I just realized, I have tried to read your mind but I can't.” “Is my mind that messed up?” She smiled. “There only one being in everything that lives that mindreaders’ powers are completely useless before.” “What being?” I asked keenly. “Vampires.” “What!”

"Right here." She shoved the phone in front of everyone, and on the screen was a photo of me in the clinic office. In the picture, I was massaging the shoulders of a middle-aged man in a white coat. That man was Damian Pierce, the head of the pack clinic. He was also my father, an Alpha with tremendous respect throughout the pack. "Look at how she's fawning over him!" Grace zoomed in on the photo. "We all know Mr. Pierce is a top-tier Alpha! And she's just an Omega. How else could she become a lead healer at the clinic? Obviously by playing these games and sweet-talking her way in!"

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

But I needed to tell Alejandro that the woman he wasted was a human I treasure because she was my mate. "You're the fake! I'm the real one!!!" As I added, I held Hirre's hand and yelled again. "Wake up bro! She's mine. I'm her real mate!"

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

Zen clenches his jaw while watching Isabelle exit the room; he grabs a pen and stabs the wooden top of the desk. He closes his eyes and breathes heavily trying to relax. “She doesn’t love you, she doesn’t want you. The moment she finds Daniel she will leave you and you will be alone, all alone once again. There’s no one for you, you are alone. ALONE!!” He yells and swipes his hand across the top of the table making all the files and his laptop fly off it.

"Talking to me. Saying I'm... saying I'm her clone. Her puppet. Not even real." Adam pulled back, just enough to lift my chin with gentle fingers. "Look at me." I looked. His golden eyes were soft in the dim light, searching my face with an intensity that made my breath catch. "You're real," he said, and his voice was certain, absolute, the voice of a king declaring law. "You're Eve. Not her. Not anyone else. Just Eve." "But how do you know? How can you be sure?"

he kept saying. It wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m not real,” I said. The words sounded insane out loud. He grabbed my shoulders. Not rough. Just enough to ground me. “You are.” “I wasn’t even hers.” “You are,” he repeated. “You’re real. You’re here. You’re breathing.” “But she ordered me.” My voice broke on the word ordered. Like I was furniture.