I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

"And the second my money landed in his account, he ran off with an internet celebrity!" "And my dad froze all my cards!" She looked at me pitifully. "Vivian, I want my life back." My brain crashed for three whole seconds. That's it? It's over? Is my cash-hoarding era already coming to an end? Julian, off to the side, wore a terrifyingly grim expression. He looked at Cassandra's foolish state, then looked at me. "So the real deal's back, and the body-double act is over?"

No way. Well dad looks good today and I revealed my identity to humans today Where did you get that haircut from? No it's so tacky... well dad remember last year when Jan revealed his identity and you punished him I kind of did the same..... I'm in trouble Great man.... “Then I did this thing which is to reveal my identity to someone,” I said very quickly, and this came out completely wrong. See what will happen next? What will be the reaction of each of them?

"There's a document for her here." Taking advantage of everyone's moment of stunned silence, I used all my strength to shove away the people restraining me. I ran to the courier and tore open the envelope. There was a property deed inside. I held it high above my head and shouted sharply, "Take a look, everyone! I'm the landlord!"

the woman said. Isabella. Not the twin. The real one. --- End of Chapter Seventy-Two.

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."

Jamal saw it— and something in him hardened. “You can’t prove it,” he said. “Because you don’t believe it yourself.” “That’s not true.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “Say you’re real.” I swallowed. “I’m real.” “Louder.” “I’m real!” “Again.” “I’M REAL!” He stared at me. “Say it like you mean it.” I stepped closer until my face was inches from his. “I. Am. Real.” His expression changed—

Fast learner, I guess. “Yes, Isla!” Ivanka seemed to gain her courage back too. “Why have you come?” “Geez. You guys are so serious.” I casually strolled about. I was nailing my act. “But if you insist on knowing my reason. Well,” My tone took a serious depth. “I have come to show you who I really am.” I pointed to Ivanka. “Ivanka here had called me ‘fake’ on that glorious day. So I have come to wipe away that impression,” I concluded with my rehearsed evil smile.

“Now that's what what we are talking about.” We chatted merrily as we gulp down whiskey. With every swallow, we were slowly losing our soberness. I enjoyed her company quite welll and what made me very comfortable around her was I felt she was a real person. A whole of lot people weren't real. It was either they were faking what they appeared to be or they just didn't have the balls to be their real self.

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

We'd been bonded for three months, and things had been good between us. This was his class reunion. Grace was his childhood friend who'd just returned from a border pack, so I wanted to make a good impression. But before I could say anything, Grace raised her voice and addressed the entire room with dripping sarcasm. "You guys know Ethan's 'clinic sweetheart' here isn't actually a respectable Omega, right?" The room went dead silent. They watched me with that distinctive werewolf scrutiny, sharp and assessing. "I did my homework. She's just a Rogue who got exiled from her old pack!"