I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

"You noticed? Damn. Yeah, kinda. Just weird bits of shit. Then something, I kid you not, keeps scratching at the windows and freaking me out. I go to shit the curtains and I'm pretty sure I probably seen my own face, but I thought I was a man and freaked out." "Probly just your mustache." She teases. I rub my upper lip to insinuate my imaginary mustache. "The 'stache stays. It's who I am now." I sigh and lean back into her, enjoying the comfort of her presence and the sisterhood we share. She, along with Ore, are the closet I'll ever have to siblings. I fall asleep again this time, and for a while I rest so peacefully. It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill.

All of this are just becoming too much for her. “Raven, I am a Luna and I believe in you. I always believed that you would be a better Luna than me and those who preceded me. Who are those people to say that you don’t deserve to become the Luna? Who are they judge when they don’t even know how it’s like to be a Luna.?” Luna Savina rubbed Raven’s back comfortingly as she told her the truth.

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?”

“I want to know who really a-are you…” “I am Eldifonso Madrigal, choosing to be Eli Madrigal, Amore. I am not a person from the beginning, but a kind person who was blinded by pain that life had given me. But I want you to know that the Eli you knew is the real character om the man standing in front of you right now, holding your cheeks, and telling you he loves you.” She bowed down, crying with no sound.

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

When it creaked open, I barely recognized the man behind it. Sunken cheeks. Hair completely white. My voice shook. "Alan. It really is you."

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’ ‘Okay. ‘I have to go.’ she said. ‘Goodbye.’ I watched her walk away. I wanted to stop her and asked for her name. I was scared and nervous. I wanted to run after her, but I was too hesitant. If it’s meant to be, I hope to see her again one day. She's the One Robbie Williams I was her She was me We were one We were free And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one If there's somebody calling me on

Gina, "What are you two talking about? Nothing makes sense to us." "I'm going to say it." Sophia stepped forward. I interrupted, "No. I'm going to say it. She'll constantly embellish her stories." "No! I don't!" "You do, really." Gina, Darren, Mitch, and I all agreed. "All right, then, let's hear it from Isabella Garcia, the only girl who speaks the truth."

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.”