I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

“Oh, Maddox!” I whispered, amused by his genuine disbelief. With a grin, I opened my camera, ran a hand through my hair to fix the slight mess, and clicked a picture right there. Barefaced, soft lighting from the window falling on my features, natural, nothing extravagant like before. Then I sent a text. “I am not a model. Trust me! That profile picture is just make-up, good angels, and Moon-blessed lighting. You can see now, this is the real me. Still think I am a prank?”

He seems deadly and something about him screamed danger. "Who…who are you?" My lips quivered when he reached me, his lips curled up in a smile. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. I just want your dad." What? Dad? My eyes widened and I blinked rapidly. "No, not your fake dad, your real dad" he whispered as he pinned me to the wall. I shook my head as I whipped my head to the side. "Just come with and you'll be safe" he whispered and I felt fear run through me.

Nerissa rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Can't you think any words, Isabella? You are so redundant already. You are going to prove yourself... you have your rights... damnit! But look, you are still clinging to your fake hope, because the truth is, you can't accept that I am already the real wife and the real mother."

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

she spat. I swallowed her cold sarcasm and kept my expression neutral. Once I had quickly memorized every detail I needed, I finally mustered my courage and walked up to the online boyfriend Yvonne no longer wanted. "Hi, I'm Cindy, the one who's been chatting with you. My real name is Tessa Reed." I smiled and held out my hand. The man's eyes lit up, clearly surprised. "So this is what you look like. You're even prettier than I imagined. Nice to meet you. My real name is Calvin Fulton."

“The real you.” Her expression turned to absolute shock, “You do? I mean, I’m so different from you. I never thought you’d actually like me. Maybe tolerate me some day, but not like me.” “This is you. This is a genuine you. Not the fake you that tried so hard to fit in and I could tell was being fake as fuck. I have a knack for that, you know. Telling when people are being fake.” She turned away, almost embarrassed. She walked up and touched the flag on her door. She almost looked sad. “I don’t have to hide any more. I really can be me.”

I did not have time to argue about property rights with people consumed by late-stage parasocial obsession. I pulled up an official document on my phone and held it out. "Look at this. My name is on the deed. Belgard is mine," I said evenly. "Now move aside. I need to get my wine." The ringleader snatched my phone and scanned the screen. She looked me over with open suspicion. "How are we supposed to know this is real? None of us works in property. None of us owns a wine estate. This could be fake. It could be AI."

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

"You have five minutes to talk and i__" "I am not your real Father". He says all of a sudden interrupting me. I paused looking at him. "Wait!! What?". "Your real father is Gael Heathrow". "What are you talking about?". I asked him surprised. "I am not your real father. I was never at all your father". "You are joking, you are definitely joking, please tell me you are making a joke right now because I don't get anything you are fucking saying". "I'm not". He said wistfully.

“I know.” “I just needed you to understand that—” “I do,” I said. “I understand.” She smiled, trembling slightly against me. “This is the first real thing in my life,” I confessed quietly. “You know that, right? Before you, everything was… performance. Distraction. Noise.” “Luca—” “But this isn’t noise, Alessi. You’re not noise.” I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she saw the truth in my eyes. “You’re the only thing that’s ever been real.”