I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

“You just showed up where you weren’t needed.” “So me coming back to my house and asking for what rightfully belongs to me is a crime?” she asked. I let out a short, dry laugh. “Enough with the lies, we both know you’re nothing but an imposter.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips curved. “Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” she said calmly. “I am the real Isabella. And deep down, you know you’re not.” I let out a soft scoff and turned back to the mirror. “Fine. Believe whatever you want, now leave.”

The person on the other side of the door came in before actually waiting for an answer. "It's your dad- er I mean it's Chris. I don't know why I said that because you can clearly see that it's me. Unless you've forgotten who I am! Then it's a good thing I've introduced myself. I can't just assume you remember me cause I'm not really that memorable. I mean I hoped you'd remember me being my daughter and all but who knows how many bonks to the head you've had since I've last seen you. Anyway. I am Chris. Me llamo Chris. Je m'appelle Chris." He spoke with hardly any breaks between sentences and took a deep breath at the end. Chris laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck that had st

I wаѕ miserably bасk to square one. “Yоu don’t need to bе аnуоnе else, уоu’rе perfect as уоu are, but I know that was for Joel’s bеnеfіt. I saw what juѕt happened, what’s gоіng оn?”

I woke up I saw I was in a hospital Where I am Hey Alex u have to stay down for now you need rest,am so stupid I could have pick you up when you call am sorry What happened The police saw you and saw that you are alive and brought you here but the other lady didn't make it Other lady,other lady t__t__the va___am__pire the vampire, vampire are real I saw it Hey Alex are you ok Vampire are real,he say anything his pet

I created a fake account and chatted with her on I*******m, pretending I'm also their employee from a different branch. Not only did I stalk his father, but also his little sisters. The elder one, Scarlett Reigns got a public account on I*******m with a lot of followers, filled with lot of reels and posts. And it doesn't look like she has a nice relationship with Theo. Not a pic of her with him is posted on her account while there are many posts and stories with her younger sister as well as Esther and Johny. Theo seems to be an outsider in their family, somebody too innocent and naive for such a posh set up.

he asked, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Nina, sir," I replied, the irony of using my real name not lost on me. "Nina Salvatore." For a moment, there was silence. Then he spoke again, but this time, his voice was softer, like the one I was used to. "Nina?” You remind me of someone I once knew."

“Fine, then your territory it is.” ~^~ Ivy and I get to my territory without being caught. She's pretty stealthy and was terrified of getting caught. I can't blame her. It is her first time. We go into my house, and my mom is watching TV. “Hey” I say, and she turns around. She lowers the volume and stands up. “Hi honey,” “Hey there Mrs Damon,” Ivy says. “You're Ivy if am not mistaken,” she says. “Yes, ma'am,” she replies.

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

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.