Spider-man Imposter Novels & Stories

The vivid images raced through my mind, tightening my ribcage, and squeezing my lungs as the lifeless body of my best friend and confidant slumped at my feet in a splutter of blood and gore. “Idris, when a time comes where a woman enters your heart, you’ll understand what it means to be anxious and restless.” My eyes snapped open, jerked into consciousness by a jarring creak. “What?” I mumbled and rubbed away the sleepy haze blurring my vision. My manager’s worried face greeted me. “The client is here, Lycan Heir,” he said, and hesitantly asked, “would you like me to invite him in or have him wait?” No doubt detecting the fatigue I’ve been fighting to conceal for the past 24 hours.

The little boy looked at me and shook his hea "Why? Apples are delicious. It will make you strong like a superhero. It will also make your mind active. Do you want to be Superman or Batman Niall shocked his head. "I want to be Spidey man." He quietly replied. His eyes gleamed as he imitated a spider climbing on a tre "Oh, you mean you want to be spiderman "Yes "Well, you must eat fruits so you will be strong and you can climb a tree.

He was so good with her, so sweet, and I was ashamed that I’d assumed it was all an act and that he was just a jerk who knew how to fool people. “Ash?” “Yeah?” “I don’t think I can handle another horror movie tonight.” “Probably not the best idea. Have you seen the newest Spider-Man movie?” “I saw it when it first came out. But it was awesome. I’d watch it again.” “You sure? We can pick another.” “No, if you want to watch it, then I’m good with that. Remember, geek here. I’m all about superheroes.” “Especially if they’re in tights?” he teased.

It wasn't hard to tell who the impostor was. He slammed down the fake results on the table and grabbed Jasper hard at the scruff of his collar. “We know that you are an impostor,” he snarled. “Now tell us who the fuck you are and why the hell you look exactly like him. We were able to pull up her records, and your real name is Michael Hall. Why the hell do you look like Jasper?” Jasper number two refused to talk. He simply turned his face away from Ross. I was getting impatient and stood up. I grabbed Ross's pair of handcuffs from his belt and hit Jasper number two in the head with them.

“Uncle? You are my…” “If you dare call me your son…” Spider swiped a gun from behind his waist and pointed it between the bars. The impostor didn’t look too shocked. “You found out. I knew you would. Especially with her on your side.” He pointed his chin in my direction. “You take after your father. Romanos was way too cautious for his own good. Until he met Hyacinth, that is.” His laugh made me consider blowing his brains out. Was he trying to keep himself alive or provoke us to kill him?

“Why all the questions?” Why? I gave a small, humorless laugh. I preferred to tell him the truth, so I did. “Well, in that case…” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I found the impostor.” His brows lifted slightly, but there was no real surprise. If anything, his expression was more… resigned. As if he’d been waiting for this moment. “I found her,” I continued, voice calm and deliberate.. “But before I could make her pay, I wanted to know the complete story.”

Those contributions, along with my stellar grades, had secured me a guaranteed spot at a top university before I even took the SATs. However, Haley suddenly struck and slandered me. She accused me of impersonating her. Crying, she pitifully showed photos of my villa, including the pool, the private theater, and my dad's collection of sports cars in the garage. She even produced a photo of herself standing next to my dad to make her lies more convincing. The school turned on me when the photos were released. I became the "poor girl" who pretended to be a tycoon's daughter, and my guaranteed university admission was revoked.

"Can't you see it has become dangerous for you? First, there's that whackjob who keeps digging into you, and now we find out someone is impersonating Cassius." I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I leaned back against the headboard. "That bitch? She's a piece of cake. I can handle her. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with people like her, Xan. You know I’ve faced worse. And about the imposter—aren’t you supposed to find out who he is?" I said, stretching my legs out while keeping an eye on the door. Xander groaned. "Do I look like a detective?"

"We have to continue our plans." I lift a brow. "What plans?" He shrugs. "You know, the plans." Achilles scoffs. "Oh yeah, that’s convincing. Try again." The imposter pauses. Then its form ripples, shifting like liquid until a tall woman stands in its place. Dark curls frame her sharp face, and her feline-like eyes gleam with amusement. She claps slowly. "I was hoping you’d be stupid enough to fall for that." Achilles sighs. "Oh please, you think that was a good shift? Babe, I’m insulted."

“My goodness, Grace. He's not Brando Baltemore!” “What you mean?” I eyed her suspiciously. Andy groaned melodramatically. She holds my chin and face it to her. “The one you've with is not the best investigator itself. He must be an imposter!” she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at her, annoyed now. “He didn't disguised himself, Andy. You now?” “But it's an identity thief! You can sue him for doing that to you.” I thought of it. My first encounter is that he wants me meet before taking my case and then stormed out not even taking so long. I called his name but a smirked flash on his witty face. Oh no, that can be?