I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬

I am no one's property. The End♡

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.

met its ultimate crisis. "If she's the real one..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "Then who am I?”

') Every one crafted to assess whether she could become—just one. This. Amina sank to the ground, gasping for air. “No…”. Adrian seized her before she tumbled.' First Amina watched them closely. “Now you understand.”. Amina remained with him as the truth unraveled. “I'm not real.”. Adrian made a fierce turn towards her. “Don't say that.”. “But I was created—”. “You lived. You chose. You loved. That makes you real.”. His voice was steady, urgent.

He was seated at the center there and there fixing his hair as he leans back on his chair. "Miss Kenba is this really your real name?" What? Am l caught red-handed or they are just testing me. There is no way that they know who l am. "That Nagara bastard could not keep the dog on the leash." I hear Shiba talking. Shoot. They know him. It was fast as the Anata guy moved as fast as lighting pinning me to the wall. "You thought we were stupid hah...." he spat as he got uncomfortably close to me. Opening his eyes so wide that a fly would fit in.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

I feel invincible. Then the realization slams into me like a wave, and the grin slips right off my face. No. I stumble back, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. This kind of power can only mean one thing. I rub my face with both hands, trying to scrub away the thought, but it’s lodged there now. I’m her One. I close my eyes, groaning. Of all the women in Haebradia, it has to be her? I let out a humorless laugh, pacing back and forth in the garden.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

"It’s the one person who knows who you really are." "Who?" He leans in. "Your brother." "The one who died." My heart stops. The screen flickers. The person turns around. It’s me. "Aiden?" "But I’m here," I whisper. "Exactly," Liam says. "Which one of you is real?"