Sussy Imposter Novels & Stories

If I hadn't overheard their conversation in the hospital room that day, I might really have played right into his plans, becoming a clueless fool who threw money at them. But fate had other plans, allowing me to overhear everything, changing all our lives forever. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I sat upright, trying to recall something Gloria had just said on the surveillance recording. I narrowed my eyes, feeling chills erupt all over my body, goosebumps breaking out all over. I shivered uncontrollably, muttering under my breath, chewing over one chilling phrase. "You're a bastard who killed your own brother… killed your own brother…" …

he said simply. There was no doubt or second thoughts behind his response. He said it like it was the most natural thing to say, like a reflex response to certain questions. The way you answer someone when they ask if you are doing okay, or did you eat, or you want anything. I felt my throat tighten, and for several minutes, I couldn’t speak. The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at me—it was too much. ‘You don't deserve it,’ the imposter inside my head spoke. ‘He only cares about you because you agreed to be his slave. There is no love between the two of you; if he finds a better submissive, he will throw you out the same day.’

I glanced at Sally, who looked to be taking everything well—better than I expected considering the fact that she had begun developing a slight crush on our impostor. How had she even figured it all out? I had to remind myself that she was a lawyer, and years of hounding and representing criminals would teach her something as small as spotting when someone was not entirely telling the truth. I hugged myself as a chill ran down my spine. “Someone better explain to me what is going on here.” Cameron barked, his gaze shifting through all our faces.

The implication was obvious: They did not want any accidents to happen, of course, but they could not help it if something went wrong~ Susie’s mind was a mess now. That manner of explaining clearly said… Susie’s eyes filled with panic as she looked around. What should she do? East Emperor was not going to help her at all right now. She was filled with regret, regretting the fact that she had taken Alora’s words and East Emperor’s protection for granted. Nevertheless, she knew that it was too late for regrets now. All of a sudden, she remembered something. She raised her head abruptly and panted heavily, her tone nervous as she cried out to Mr. Denham, “Mr. Denham, I know someone who’s especi

Or was he the only real thing left in this family? "Where is Julian?" I demanded, my voice gaining strength. "The video... I saw him in the helicopter." "Julian is a loose thread," the Imposter said, blowing a cloud of smoke. "He’s being 'treated' at a facility that doesn't exist on any map. But your sister? She’s a masterpiece, isn't she? She’s everything you were supposed to be. Obedient. Ambitious. And most importantly, she isn't pregnant with a child she intends to use as a weapon."

My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have stood my ground and remained back at the house. I don’t belong in this world of designed cars, and shoes, and clothes. I feel so stupid standing out here looking like an overdressed mannequin. This is Sierra’s new life, not mine. I’m an impostor. How much longer can I play dress up and…? “Ivy? Ivy Lane?” Christ. A tremor shoots up my spine immediately. I know that voice. I know that fucking voice!

Xavier smiled at me that way of his, like he already knew what I was thinking without me even opening my mouth. "You look happy today," he said, his eyes squinting a fraction like he was daring me. "Unlike someone who has board issues weighing on her." I chuckled briefly and loosely crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm learning how not to appear as if I have issues," I said. "If you pretend long enough, the imposter becomes reality." He pulled me into his arms without hesitation. His arms were warm. For a moment, I let myself simply remain there, breathing in the gentle scent of his cologne.

he said, smiling. I put on a fake smile for him. I'm not sure I can trust him. Actually, I don't trust anyone except myself because most people nowadays are imposters. And maybe one of the people I met one day isn't a human at all. Maybe they're werewolves, and I can't trust anyone but myself. "You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed."

The imposter, no longer concealing her malevolent intentions, retaliated with dark magic, creating illusions that danced on the periphery of reality. Zavier and I, our wolf forms intertwined in a synchronized dance, circled the imposter, each movement a strategic attempt to dismantle the witch's illusions. The courtyard, once a stage for treachery, became a battleground where the authenticity of love clashed with the artifice of deception. "Dominico, snap out of it!" I urged, my voice cutting through the illusions like a beacon of reality. The imposter, sensing the unraveling of her charade, intensified her efforts to manipulate Dominico's emotions.