I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

“I’m trying to show you who I actually am instead of who I’ve been pretending to be.” “And who are you, Arwen Valehart?” Her real full name sounded like a confession and accusation all at once. “Because I thought I was starting to understand you, but now I’m not sure if anything I’ve seen has been real or just another performance.” “The painting was real.” Her voice shook. “Everything I have done that felt different from Isolde—that was the real me.” “And this?” He gestured between them. “Is this real?”

“Luke, now you understand, right? I don’t really want to involve you in this. Martin warned me that involving you in this will only make things get worse.” Luke stays silent listening to her story. His thoughts were busy thinking about what he had heard. He remembered that information James had gathered about Stephanie has no explanation on that part. “I asked James to gather information about you but I remembered I haven’t read any about this,” Luke said to Stephanie Stephanie smiled, “Of course you won’t find it in Stephanie Young’s story!” “What do you….” Luke was confused “It is my new identity. Martin made it. My real name is Rei Masuda.”

Sure, Logan was obviously being cheesy to mess with me, but my heart still fluttered at that. I need to stop letting him get under my skin already! I slapped myself a few times to get myself back to reality and went back to work. Logan is bad. You have a boyfriend who is a good guy. Logan bad Stephan good. I keep repeating in my head as if I'm a toddler. BOOM! I yelp and instinctively go under the desk as I hear a loud exploding sound followed by yelling outside my office. That's got to be the sound of a gunshot or a bomb or something! Are we under attack?

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

“You told me those babies were ours. Was any of it real? Or was I always the project they designed me to be?” Marcus stepped forward, ignoring the blood running down his face. “It became real. I swear to you it became real. The way you looked at me. The way you touched me. The way you chose me even after you knew the cameras were watching. That was real. That is the only real thing I have left.”

"You're the real one. Has to be. Otherwise why would the Whitmores bring you back at all—" "My mom made it clear. She considers both me and Vanessa her daughters." Nora's eyes lit up. Almost to herself: "Vanessa's a fake. That conniving little—" She sat back, genuinely stunned, then slapped the table. "Oh my god. This is massive." I'd basically flattened my straw from chewing on it. I glanced around nervously and lowered my voice. "Whatever you've figured out — don't say it out loud. My mother would not be happy."

He yelled, "Him! It has to be him! Jared Reed, you did this, didn't you? You're back again, aren't you? You knew I was coming back, so you rounded up these fakes to go against me, didn't you?" I stood right next to Mother, still holding a pine nut I'd been shelling for her. At Isaac's outburst, I let an appropriate hint of confusion show on my face.

After my wife, Talia Rosenthal, becomes pregnant with her mentor's son, Lucas Hawthorne's, child, she asks me for a divorce. "We can get married after the baby's born. It's just for show, so don't read too much into it." To make matters worse, our daughter, Joyce Rosenthal, takes her side. "We need to repay those who help us. Besides, that's my mom's child too. Stop making things difficult for Mom, Dad." Instead of causing a scene like everyone expects, I nod quietly, swiftly finalize the divorce, and marry Sonya Silverstein, the woman who once saved my life. In my previous life, because I adamantly refuse to get a divorce, Talia and Joyce abandon me and leave for a distant land. I beco

"Hand over Valerie, or you can watch this little bastard melt in the silver poison." My husband, Alpha Gideon, locked our daughter in a deadly silver cage, his hands choking my neck as he viciously threatened me. All of this was for his lover, the Omega wolf, Valerie. No matter how I explained that I hadn't even touched Valerie, he wouldn't listen. I fell to my knees and begged him, but he still pressed the button to release the poison. Watching our daughter's little face turn purple, he said coldly, "Don't play me for a fool. I saw the DNA report. She's not my daughter. I don't care if she dies." By the time I finally rushed Mia to the hospital, it was too late. I wanted to leave with Mia's

Iris’s POV Maybe Maximus was right. Maybe Rowan had never really wanted me. Maybe— No. I shook my head violently. “This is NOT real,” I said loudly, pulling my hand away from Maximus. “None of this is real. This is just the spell. This is just a trick.” “Iris—” Maximus started. “NO!” I screamed. “This is NOT REAL!” The forest around me started to shimmer and change. “I know who I am,” I said, my voice getting stronger. “I know Rowan loves me. I know this is fake. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL!”