I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

I said quietly. That stopped her. She blinked once, like she hadn’t expected me to say that out loud. “What did you just say?” I took a breath. “It started as a PR stunt, yes. But it’s real now. He’s real. He’s the one who stayed. He’s the one who almost—” I stopped myself, feeling the sting of tears. “He’s not using me.” Clara stared at me, and then she huffed. “That’s cute.”

“what are you gonna do? Mom? What exactly? Freeze my account? Kidnap me? Ground me? I'm grown now. I'm no longer that puppet you used to have. You should know that” He said as he turned and headed for the door walking past his mother as tears were building up in his eyes. “Come back here! , you won't walk out on me!” She said this time, even louder as she turned to Mark, still having his back turned at his mother. Mark paused and faced his mother this time. “Enough mom, enough! I believe we were given one life by God so we could be the author of it and responsible for whatever outcome your decision gives. I'm done living as a pet, like a puppet you can manipulate to whatever acts it is that

she continues, voice rising with frustration, “you haven’t destroyed your enemies! Not a single one!” My head spins. My chest tightens. “You… you know everything about me?!” “Yes,” she snaps, now pacing like she’s late for an appointment. “I know enough to know that you’ve nearly gotten both of us killed… again!” I spin around, angry and confused. “Okay! Who are you?!!” She stops, finally glaring at me with those piercing silver eyes. “I’m you. The real, original Ivonne.” I blink. “What… the…? I’m supposed to be… me! This doesn’t even make sense!”

"I cannot believe that I own that body. I cannot believe that your soul is connected to mine in a way that a simple tie is already strong enough to put us together." I went to the table where the cosmetics are placed. I pull the chair, sat down on it and looked at my own reflection. What have I done? What Am I doing? Is this is cheating? My memory is back and I should be happy about it. I got my truth. Kyro is the man that I love. Uno lied to me. Uno is manipulating me.

Like part of him had expected that answer right from the start. Except that wasn’t my answer. "I wasn’t finished,” I said quickly, placing my hand on his cheek. “I don't want you to be my second, because I want you to be my first. All parts of you, if possible. You're right, there’s no way for me to ever know who's 'real' and who's not. Maybe it’s all of you and maybe it’s none of you. That doesn't matter though. You’re all real to me. And I want to give you all a chance."

He exclaimed, grabbing the microphone from Malcolm, who was already fast asleep. "Hey boy, I'm going to make this simple for you," he said as cutely as he could. "What the fuck is going on?" I made a blink. I was trying to take in the scene in front of me. I shifted my gaze to the main entrance. Giovanni Samantilla stepped out of the door.

Gautam was looking at me as if he was confused. " No, it is serious this time. " " Yes and I am the princess of this country. " I said laughing. " Are you listening? You want to listen or not? " he was getting annoyed. Is he seriously serious?? " Ok... ok, tell me who is that poor girl? " " Well, it is... Prachi. " He said softly.

Dad wiped my tears gently. When I got to Dad's car, I stopped short, cause there was someone else inside. "Alice, meet my right hand, Beta Noah," my dad said. Feeling awkward, I got into the car and said hello to him, "Hi, I'm Alice." Noah smiled to put me at ease, "Nice to meet you. Alpha King talks about you all the time. You look even prettier than in the photos." My dad always kept a photo of mine with him.

I squirmed under his intense gaze and looked down. " Can you please not bring any of those beauticians the last time?. I'll get ready myself, I stated as I looked up at him for a response. He quirked an eyebrow in question but eventually gave a court nod before leaving the room. " Awesome kids, very smart and brilliant, even under my disguise he could relate to me in a way... These are indeed my blood, though not gotten through the right way, they're still mine and wouldn't let Jeffrey or whoever take them from me" , Kelvin muttered to himself while he walked out of the room.

He was still holding me. "Yes, and if you rearrange the letters of word flow in the word flowland to backward. It will become wolfland. And it's the true identity of this island. Wolfland, the land of werewolves". He stared at me. I got afraid after hearing that information. "H…..how do you…. You know that?" I asked nervously while being scared. "Because I am one of them". He said with the same serious old and cold expressions.