Spider-man Imposter Novels & Stories

“How do we know it’s you? We’ve been living with an imposter. How are we sure you’re not another one?” The word imposter dropped heavy, hanging between them like smoke. Rhunar blinked, his mouth opening slightly, stunned. “Imposter? What are you talking about?” Linda stepped forward, her eyes narrowing further, her breath steady but sharp. “Someone who looks like you. Talks like you. Has your face. But isn’t you.” Rhunar’s lips pressed into a hard line. A spark of irritation lit in his gaze. His voice snapped tighter. “I know what an imposter is. I’m asking why you think I’m one.”

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

“What’s funny?” “Spider isn’t a ‘she’,” Mac explained. Curtis, Dillon, and Luke blinked, and despite the gravity of the mess, the other men grinned as they watched the penny drop. “So… wait a minute,” Luke said slowly, since it was clear that Dillon and Curtis – both of whom rarely spoke at the best of times – were struck utterly mute. “So… so… Spider is a man?” “Yep,” Mac said. “Complete and total.” “And Spider is Ace’s ex? Ex… ex-partner?”

The world was suddenly much bigger and much more dangerous than a messy divorce from Desmond Zimmerman. I frowned, trying to wrap my head around it. "Imposter? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lorenzo leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight. He looked disgusted. "It means exactly what it sounds like. Someone went through a lot of trouble to find a woman to pass as you. They paid her to play the part, and they didn't stop at the plan."

The tattoos disappeared on Kai’s hand, followed by the familiar smile as he greeted, “Hello, Arya.” This is not Zef, nor Kai, Who the hell is this impostor? I gritted my teeth, fighting back. I was able to land a hit and make the imposter faint for a few seconds. Alpha Kamilah and Alpha Magnus later appeared upon hearing the commotion, with Gusev, who arrived in time. We managed to get the impostor locked up in the dungeon. And although that matter has been a bit solved, I couldn’t forget the last thing I heard from the impostor.

My heart felt as if it wanted to explode in my chest. I was momentarily glad that I was already kneeling on the ground because my legs were weak, and I was not sure if they’d be able to hold up my weight. The imposter walked up to me and slapped me across the face before I had time to react to what I was seeing. “How dare you pretend that you’re me!” She scolded. “You helped that monster kidnap me and then you pretend that you are me!? You are truly sick!!” I stared at her in disbelief; who was this monster? How did she pose to be me? How was this possible?

I look through Alena’s files, the list of staff seeing what the old babysitter was called, then sitting and finding as much information on her and Jo as she had. Sending it to the lads I ask them to dig and find anything they can, sitting I spend the rest of my morning searching online articles about Spider, the times he was taken in for questioning but let go as no one was willing to give him up. Finding him on social media, I go through his pictures, picture after picture and I see Mary a lot. I keep going, the picture stopping me, this guy, he was sitting at the bar here, he is one of Alena’s inside security, Spider has everything covered. I need a way in this gang, a way to be trusted, a

Gwen hissed, trying to free herself. I smiled and tightened my grip on her fake dainty throat, “It was a nice story, I must give you that but you missed one think dear Gwen or whatever your real name is. you missed to cloak the hollowness of your voice. I know you are not even a woman. So do the honours and come and fight me in your real, you fucking imposter.” Gwen again tried to fool me, her eyes went darker and she looked eerily at me and again in her sweet voice pleaded to me, “Im- Imposter? I am Gwen, Gwen Cynthia, Thia.”

Shadow asked, tightening her grip on her katana. “Is that what you ask a friend whom you meet after decades? Ah…I’m so hurt” Spider feigned a brittle voice, putting her hand on her heart. “I’m assigned with the safe delivery of the arms to the Davies. And of course, I miss you.” This crazy woman never fails to amuse me with her dramatic dialogue. Shadow rolled her eyes. “I’m so disappointed in you, darling,” Spider said, standing on the roof. “You took too long to come here.” Her voice was contoured with disappointment. Though she pouted, her mask covered it up. “I even had to send you a text message.”

she shared, making Wesley shocked. "What? Why didn't you tell me about this?" he inquired. He heard how dangerous this man is. So he was wondering how Vivian escaped unscathed and didn't tell him about any of this before. "I didn't know he was an imposter. My dad wanted me to seduce Dante. One evening I met him outside a hotel wearing a hoodie. I saw his face, but assumed he is trying to hide his identity wearing that mask and hoodie. I approached him thinking that he is Dante. He even responded when I called him Dante. He introduced me to Grandpa Paul. But after a few months, he stopped responding to my calls. I went to meet Dante and tried to start a conversation like normal. But Dante shu