I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

“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.”

The girl nodded. “Asking the important questions.” I waited. She sighed dramatically. “Yes.” I frowned. “Yes what?” “Yes, you’re real.” The answer came immediately. Without hesitation. Without doubt. The certainty in her voice surprised me. The girl stepped closer. “You’re not a copy.” Another step. “You’re not a replacement.” Another. “You’re not a fragment pretending to be a person.” For the first time, her playful attitude disappeared. Only seriousness remained. “You are Isabella.” The words settled heavily inside me.

Franz hissed. He tried to reach out to grab me, but I quickly shook him off. At my outburst, the crowd had gone silent but quickly broke out into chatters. The people spontaneously made a way for me as I walked through the noisy crowd. Ignoring Jenna's shocked and frightened face, I looked at Lionel and said slowly and firmly, "She's not Rylee!" I turned to the tens of thousands of people below the stage, met their probing, skeptical eyes, and shouted, "I am the real Rylee Richie. I am Lionel's true mate. Your new Luna."

River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving. “Impossible,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “As always, you’re mistaken, Maerilee. I’m your One. Not some—” he gestures vaguely toward the door, “—servant.” I bristle at his dismissal of Akin, my temper flaring again. “You don’t know that. You can’t just decide you’re my One because it’s convenient for you.” He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, and I can see the determination in his eyes.

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.

There was no denying it anymore. No running from it. No pretending this was just some mistake. This was real. Painfully real. My chest tightened as the truth finally settled in. This was no joke. Hunter really is… the Alpha King.

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.

he apologised all of a sudden , rubbing his face " I shouldn't have made you feel like you don't measure up , it was a shitty thing to do . But you know what Princess , fuck them , you don't even need to give two damn to me either , you know why ? Because neither do I nor do they all amount to anything . Heck , we all are fake as shit , you are the real deal . Something that everyone including me here is afraid of being " " That's really nice of you but " my voice cracked as I bit on my lower lip to stop the cry leaving my throat " Even if I don't bother with them , I need to bother with myself . I know that you and I are not actually dating , its some random jilly billy that you said to hel

Raze gasped, “Trouble?” “Excuse me?” Jasmine asked taking a step back in shock. “Is it really you?” Raze asked softly. “After all these years?” “I…I don’t know you,” Jasmine whispered stepping behind Daemon again. Her long black hair masked her face as she tried to remain calm. “You’re not him. You’re not him.” “Mommy?” Lilly asked nervously. “Dat man hab same bacebit wike you. You matched, Mommy.” Daemon turned to her, “Why don’t you let me have Lilly, Jasmine, so she can eat while you go talk to Raze in the other room?”