I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

Strangely it made her head calm a bit and the voices were gradually dissapearing then she twisted her face for a frown as if realizing something. "He doesn't deserve me, he is nothing but an empty vessel. How did I end up falling for such a cruel being." She thought within herself. In just fleeting seconds she had realized he wasn't worth her tears and attention, flaunting his new girlfriend before her, could be his attempt at spiting her for not begging at his feet to take her back, after he had dumped her when she confronted him for cheating on her with Bailey. While she made resolutions in her head, she got distracted by the drunken footsteps of Bryan, one of the campers and across the st

she replied. "He can be really sweet and down to earth, but he has strong detest for violations, people often say it's better to jump off a high cliff than breaking any of his rules." "Who is he? What does he look like?" Kim asked impatiently feeling cold shiver wash over her body. "His name is London Malik, the finest man on earth, you'll see him at the orientation," she replied. Kim suddenly went mute, staring into space. From what she just heard, it will be a death sentence breaking any of the rules, but with the complications of her situation, she knew she'd be breaking one in no time.

“Latifa? Yea. Am I right?” I flinched, making a turn to see who called me by my real name, with My heart panting so fast. rule no 1# a whore never reveals their real names. I was going to pretend like he’d mistaken me for someone else but then I couldn't hold it anymore. I turned.

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

the one who wasn't pretending, who wasn't caught up in all the lies. The one who was honest and real. But was it real? Or just another act?

he asks out of breath. "What? Isn't this what you wanted? The fake breakup? Tell me, was anything real? Was everything fake this whole time?" I ramble, my voice shaking with emotion. I feel so stupid, so broken and pissed off. I swore I would never act like someone I wasn't and here I am dressing up like a damn Barbie acting like I have my shit together when I don't. I'm a cussing, wild, mess and I love it. I love who I am. "You know it wasn't." He narrows his brows. I stop, looking at him. He sounds serious, and looks it but how do I know for sure? What parts of him and I are real and fake?

Of соurѕе, it соuldn’t bе real. Nоthіng іѕ еvеr rеаl fоr mе. Nоthіng is truе. I can’t rеlу оn any man tо саrе for mе. If I don’t lооk аftеr mуѕеlf, nо оnе еlѕе wіll.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye