I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

But I needed to tell Alejandro that the woman he wasted was a human I treasure because she was my mate. "You're the fake! I'm the real one!!!" As I added, I held Hirre's hand and yelled again. "Wake up bro! She's mine. I'm her real mate!"

" Are you for real? " " Yeah " I don't say the part where I am never trusting him again and he's smiling like an idiot.

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

I act as a boss in here but out there, I am just a fragile young adult woman. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Thomas, he saw me, the fragile teenager, and decided to use me as his pleasure toy, just as Tiberius... I had to play it smart and act cool... Right now, I've gotten all I needed to know... And also, I am planning on the day they all find out that I am Tiberius Paschal, the deadliest man in the planet.... You can say whatever you want as far as my identity is concerned, I know right... I am the devil herself.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

I quickly denied, snapping out of it. He shrugged, "I know you want me. I want you too, stop fighting this and let's just go back to how we used to be." I sneered, "You've gotta be joking. Are you saying you'll make me your girlfriend when the real one is there?" "You are my real mate not Lea. You just don't understand yet but you are my real girlfriend. That is why everything is still a mystery to me." He blurted out. My heart skipped a beat, what's this again? He is saying I am the real one again? How is that even possible?

She’d always been my one and only, the one constant in a life that had been full of shadows. “Mom,” I said finally, my voice rough. She looked up, smiling. “Dante. You look tired.” “What am I?” The words burst out of me, sharper than I intended. She froze, the knife clattering onto the counter. “Dante…” “Don’t,” I snapped, my chest tight. “Don’t tell me I’m just like everyone else, because I’m not. You know it. They all know it. I can feel it in my bones. I need the truth.”

"Miss Saun, Vincent took care of me all night. He's still asleep. Maybe don't bother him right now." She tugged her collar just enough to flash some faint red marks. Serena didn't flinch. Just held out the phone. "Cool. Just make sure he gets this." She turned to leave—but Maggie caught her arm. "How thick can your skin be? Vincent never loved you. We didn't just take wedding pics—we already signed the papers. I'm his real wife now. So how about you leave our house?" A sound came from inside the room. Maggie's face flipped in a second. Gone was the smug, replaced with full-on panic.

“Until we win. Until none of this touches you again.” That night, alone in her room, Isabella sat in front of the mirror. Not the distorted ones from the chamber. This one was plain. Still. She looked into her own eyes and whispered, “I’m here. I’m real. I won’t be erased.” Outside, the world still turned in secrets. But inside, something unshakable had taken root.

Her mother's voice. The real one. "I'm here," Isabella said. "I've always been here." --- End of Chapter Sixty-Three.