Imposter King Novels & Stories

"I know what you're thinking but it's not true. You're not a weakling. You never were." "Don't say that word." Kieran gritted through clenched teeth. "It's true, your aren't." I stressed, my voice serious. "You're the Alpha king of Silver Crest kingdom and you have rules with so much dignity and grace, you have earned that throne with your blood, sweat and tears. You deserve it more than that man, that monster who sits on it right now. He is just an imposter." I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me and I pressed on.

MAD “Yes. That’s Simone Rupert, a Serevian born to a working-class family from the south. He worked hard to make it to the royal household. Three years ago, the Prince liked how hardworking he was, maybe because he could easily manipulate him to do his bidding. He fired the old man and replaced him with another old man.” “Do you know him?” Linden asked, showing me another picture of Simone with the Prince. “That’s the person impersonating the King.” My nose flared as something just cleared my doubt. “Do you think the Prince is involved?”

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

“My father is buried in a plot I visit every month. He died because he was betrayed by his board. He died because people like you decided his legacy was a carcass worth picking clean. So, if you’re not a ghost, you’re an imposter... and I don't let imposters walk away.” The man let out a short, hollow laugh that turned into a hacking cough. He straightened up, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth. I noticed the tremor in his hands. He wasn't just old... he was dying. “I’m not an imposter, Ocean. I’m the man who paid the coroner to swap the dental records. I’m the man who watched your house from a van across the street for six months after the fire to make sure the Velez v

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

“You’re not old enough to be the king yet, dear. You have to wait until you grow up, and then your father will pass down the crown.” “I am grown up!” I say assertively. I straighten up my posture to match my strong and powerful words, although I notice that my feet are still backing away from the woman. “Sure, you are, my dear,” she says, coming closer. “Stay back, woman!” I holler. “You are… you are an impostor! Yes, that’s it!” I add, although I don’t mean to say that last part out loud. “Impostor?” she asks. “Don’t you recognize your Mommy?”

The king was the king and that was all the more reason why he did not want to see her. But now that she seems to be a different person, maybe that is the reason, if he didn’t see and expose this scam immediately he might be stuck with this imposter all his life. He walked into the mansion through the back door, nodding to the people that bowed to him in greeting, and walked out the front door. True to Colin’s words, the fleet of cars had begun to stop in front of the mansion. He took a moment to look at the people who were standing out there to welcome the princess, his beta, his gamma, and …

the idiot grins, completely unaware of the two very real alphas standing behind him. Parker clears his throat loudly. “Your Highness. What a surprise finding you here.” The guy freezes. Parker’s hands clamp down on his shoulders and spin him around. “You’re wrong, Parker,” I say, eyeing the guy. “I don’t see the resemblance.” “You’re wrong, my King,” Parker replies with mock seriousness. He cups the impostor’s face like he’s inspecting fine jewelry. “Look at these eyes.” “What the hell, Parker?” I snort. “You trying to kiss him or me? He’s not that handsome, you know.”

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

I spit, "especially in my case." He shakes his head. Unimpressed. "I do not make threats. Only statements." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He quirks a brow. The king. Suddenly, it's as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me. "The king," I gasp, eyes wide. "You're the king." Two months. Assassination. The ground slips from beneath me. How could I have forgotten?