Imposter King Novels & Stories

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

He continued, "Maybe the King will stop this ridiculous competition when he finds out." "More likely he will make her compete to prove herself." I sneered knowing better than to get my hopes up. The King had his heart set on a competition to select the most viable mate. "I'm not going to have my mate fight for me, she's mine and I'm hers."

"Emily, you must’ve spent a fortune hiring them just for show." I picked up the contract and flashed him a radiant smile. "I don’t spend money on old, useless men." The butler opened the car door for me and escorted me in. Nearby, the crowd couldn’t contain their curiosity. "Wow, is this a royal wedding? What an extravagant display!" "No, didn’t you see the banner? It’s for a divorce!" "Who’s this? She’s richer than I could ever imagine." "Yeah, and who’s the useless guy she’s divorcing?"

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

Alice could walk out at any second. I shove him hard in the chest, breaking the embrace. I stumble back, looking around frantically to make sure the corridor is empty. "Are you drunk, sir?" I hiss, keeping my voice low but lacing it with sharp, manufactured confusion. I smooth down my apron, playing the terrified maid perfectly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alexander stares at me. His arms fall to his sides. He knows I am playing the part, but the rejection still hits him like a blow.

I replied, "I'm your upstairs neighbor. Each time you've come knocking on my door, I'm the one who opens it. Have you forgotten?" My message was met with silence again. When I tried to send another text, I found I'd been blocked. … After eating breakfast, Ted went out again. I hurriedly started searching the house. Ted likely wouldn't be carrying something as important as IDs on him, so they should be in a cabinet somewhere. I had to find them and escape from this place before he came back. I was frantically searching around when Roxie suddenly appeared soundlessly behind me. "Piper." There seemed to be a dark stain on her beige top, and her entire face looked swollen.

During their honeymoon in Italy, Autumn and Sadie’s blissful new marriage is instantly shattered by a violent car crash. Autumn dies at the wheel, while Sadie falls into a deep coma. Months later, Sadie begins to wake up, but doctors warn that the immediate trauma of losing Autumn could permanently shatter her fragile mental state. Desperate to shield her, Sadie’s parents uncover a closely guarded secret: Autumn had an identical twin sister, Willow. Willow is a stubborn, sharp-tongued mechanic who ran away years ago to escape her controlling family. She flatly rejects their insane proposal to impersonate her dead sister. However, the moment Willow sees Sadie in the hospital, an overwhelmi

"Is there an echo in here? I thought we established this in the ballroom." "It’s a joke. It has to be," Nathaniel said, pacing the small area of tile. "He’s the Ice King, Tiffany. He doesn't date. He certainly doesn't date decorators who shop at vintage stores and live in walk-ups. He’s using you for something. Some PR stunt, maybe? Did he hire you to pick out curtains for his office and decide to keep you around as a mascot?"