I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

he says bewildered, “what did you call me here for.” “My name is Crystal Mule, I am your grandmother,” the woman says still crying. Kaiden had never felt so confused and angry at the same time, what was this woman even saying, “oh this is your step mother Layla,” she says pointing at the other lady next to her. “Are you out of your mind, you have the wrong guy,” Kaiden says angrily, Clayton Beckett was his father and no one else. He stood to walk away but the old lady stopped him, “no, please don’t go, listen first, we can take a DNA test if you want, Clayton Beckett is not your father.”

He changed himself in an instant he became me. “No, you are just kidding me, Echo,” I said but she laughed and I heard my other me talking. The voice is the same as my voice. The way she laughed and looked at me. It is really me and then she changed back to Echo “Accept it, Helena, I am not real because you just created me,” He said. Still looking at me. “REMEMBER HOW YOU CREATED ME,” He said, wanting me to remember everything and “WE ARE ONE, HELENA, WAKE UP!” He added while still looking at me. Waiting for my reaction. Waiting for me to accept who is the real “Him”

Kill me. “Funny choice of book.” He repeats himself. “You’re everything but invisible.” I stare down at my boots, playing with my toes inside them. “It’s kind of over when the cameras are off.” I whisper. “No one knows who the real me is.” The truth falls out before I can reel it back in.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

"My real name is Celeste Astraea Cortezi, the promised bride of Cassinno, your brother" I stare at Sain Czar's face not wanting to miss even just a little change of his emotion. I am attentive even to the movement of his brows and blink of his eyes a sign of him taken aback with my statement. Perhaps he already had a hint about my real identity but I am still expecting a surprise reaction from him but then I got nothing.

I was so proud to have him as my partner. But I need to wait to let the world know. We have a battle to face and manage all things properly. Then we sat down on the chairs on the stage. Beta May came beside Alpha King and announced, "You are welcome to ask questions." Alpha King nodded and the audience got excited. They started shouting questions at once. Alpha King tried to get the crowd to calm down and address each question one by one. One of the reporters asked, "My King, we saw the video of Miss Maria Haze. Is it a true story?" Alpha King replied, "Mr. reporter, it is a true story. We have got to the bottom of it and Miss Maria Haze confessed herself."

There is only him. Only the steady brown of his eyes, the slight crease between his brows when he is determined. “You are real to me,” he says, voice steady, unwavering. “That’s all that matters.” The words hit harder than any system notification ever did. There is no glow, no sparkle, no dramatic sound effect. Just truth. You are real to me. My throat tightens painfully. For so long, I measured reality by external confirmation. By flashing text. By audible cues.

I grab a bowl of ice cream from the freezer, and I decide to binge watch Ginny and Georgia. I receive a text message from Axel asking me if I am ok. I reply yes. I’m sure Chris told him to do this. He didn't send the message himself cause he knows I’ll get mad at him. He actually wanted Axel to stay over and watch over me, but I did not need a babysitter. I am good all by myself. He's a good, big older brother. He believes he’s older than me since he came out before me. “Hello” a voice says, and I’m about to scream when he places his hand over my mouth. It's Xavier.

He moves closer to me. "Which one is you? Who is the real Jada?" He asks as his blue eyes look deep into my fake brown eyes but I feel like he's looking at the real me. The real me that I don't know which one is. "All the Jadas you've mentioned are the same. Me." I say trying not to break the eye contact.

I lose myself there. — Tell me you're here, I say. Tell me you're real. — I'm here. I'm real. — Tell me you're not leaving. — I'm not leaving. — Tell me it's true. — It's true. It's all true. Now, stop talking.