I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

I wish you know the real one you were with? “And who would that be?” I ask. “Satiano Rodriguez.” His grip lessens until I can finally wrench my hand out of my hand. “ Who is Satiano Rodriquez? I asked. “ That is me? You know me, you know that is my real name? He says. I became lost in everything at that moment.

Jamal saw it— and something in him hardened. “You can’t prove it,” he said. “Because you don’t believe it yourself.” “That’s not true.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “Say you’re real.” I swallowed. “I’m real.” “Louder.” “I’m real!” “Again.” “I’M REAL!” He stared at me. “Say it like you mean it.” I stepped closer until my face was inches from his. “I. Am. Real.” His expression changed—

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

and no one should come with me. “Go on.” I spoke softly and quickly. “What is it?” Aaron asked. “That.” I spoke softly and showed him the phone. "I'll come with you" speak quickly.. “No, Aaron, did you not see what was in it? ... I have to go alone.” I simply spoke. "And if it's a trap?" ask sharply..

Dad wiped my tears gently. When I got to Dad's car, I stopped short, cause there was someone else inside. "Alice, meet my right hand, Beta Noah," my dad said. Feeling awkward, I got into the car and said hello to him, "Hi, I'm Alice." Noah smiled to put me at ease, "Nice to meet you. Alpha King talks about you all the time. You look even prettier than in the photos." My dad always kept a photo of mine with him.

he asked, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Nina, sir," I replied, the irony of using my real name not lost on me. "Nina Salvatore." For a moment, there was silence. Then he spoke again, but this time, his voice was softer, like the one I was used to. "Nina?” You remind me of someone I once knew."

Like part of him had expected that answer right from the start. Except that wasn’t my answer. "I wasn’t finished,” I said quickly, placing my hand on his cheek. “I don't want you to be my second, because I want you to be my first. All parts of you, if possible. You're right, there’s no way for me to ever know who's 'real' and who's not. Maybe it’s all of you and maybe it’s none of you. That doesn't matter though. You’re all real to me. And I want to give you all a chance."

Iris’s POV Maybe Maximus was right. Maybe Rowan had never really wanted me. Maybe— No. I shook my head violently. “This is NOT real,” I said loudly, pulling my hand away from Maximus. “None of this is real. This is just the spell. This is just a trick.” “Iris—” Maximus started. “NO!” I screamed. “This is NOT REAL!” The forest around me started to shimmer and change. “I know who I am,” I said, my voice getting stronger. “I know Rowan loves me. I know this is fake. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL!”

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I asked. "I'm the original one, she's the fake one" the slutty one shouts. "prove to me that you're the one" I say putting my hands in my pocket. She stutters and I smirk. "You can't do that right? It's the same way I just can't believe you're the original one." I say and she huffs like a spoilt vrat and I get the second point. "The original will live and be Luna And the fake will be out to death or be banished," I say and they both keep quiet. The slutty one grabs the other one and starts to shake her.