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 fоught hаrd tо kеер brеаthіng, dеѕріtе my bоdу’ѕ bеѕt аttеmрt tо ѕhut dоwn. It was all a lіе, it hаd tо bе. I knew thе rеаl Jоеl, this guy wаѕ fake, аn іmроѕtеr. It wаѕ whо hе became whеn hе rеtrеаtеd bасk into hіѕ оld ѕhеll.

I can remember that I told him that I was Treasure the werewolf hunter only once, but then he still remembered the name. "Wow, Mr. Vaughn, I did not expect you to remember that up till now, but I am glad that you can still remember it. A beautiful morning to you too, sir," I responded to him as I was still excited. The name was so amazing, and I felt like every other person should call me that.

the one by the door says again. Softer this time. “Think.” “I am thinking,” I reply. Finally. My voice cuts through theirs. Sharp. Silence falls. Both of them freeze. Both of them watch me. Waiting. I take a step forward. My gaze flicks between them. “You’re both convincing,” I say. Honest. Because they are. That’s the problem. “But only one of you is real.” “And I don’t like being lied to.” The one by the hallway smiles faintly.

The last piece was Isla. She would be mine. And nothing..no one—was going to stop me from getting what I wanted. Hahahahahahahahhahahaha

And now, in less than three weeks, it was being reduced to a hobby. Tears pricked my eyes. “I feel like I’m disappearing,” I whispered. “Every day I lose another piece of who I was.” Aiden tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “That’s because the person you were wasn’t the real you,” he said, voice low and certain. “The real you is right here. Collared. Owned. Leaking my cum. This is what you were made for.” He kissed me then — deep, possessive, claiming.

"Now that she has her own baby, she doesn't care about us at all. She yells at us every day! Dad fights with her for our sake all the time. He even said he wished you were here. Only you truly cared about us." Charlie knew I had poured so much effort into raising Dominic, and he nodded along. Still, concerned about his pride, he didn't say a word and simply let the kids plead on his behalf instead. I pushed Dominic away. They were my children, and it would be a lie to say I could abandon them completely. That said, the ways they had hurt me left a scar in my heart that would never fully heal. "Sir, you've really got the wrong person," I said. "My name is Harper Stone, heiress of Stone Group.

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."

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.