Sussy Imposter Novels & Stories

Damian announced and my heart skipped a beat at his words. I could see Stephanie panicking, as she was rendered speechless. I was also panicking, not wanting to be seen with this face. I wanted to be introduced but not right now. I wanted to be seen with my face. For the first time, I felt like an imposter. A fraud. I wondered what Damian would do if he found out I was never Anne. I glanced at Connor, ready to reject their idea. Before I could open my mouth to reject the offer, Connor caught my gaze and nodded his head. He wanted it too.

Opening the bottle of silver, I sprinkle a bit on his dick. Merry seconds turn into minutes, even though he is screaming, there is no evidence of change, not a bit. To clear my doubt, I sprinkle more and more and more. He stops shouting, weary of the pretence. An imposter has been in our pack, unnoticed! I stagger backward, settling into the arms of Hector. “Who the fuck are you?”

What kind of game is this? “Answer him,” Cassian chimed in, his tone smug, his eyes gleaming. “What do you mean?” I asked Mr. Everhart, tilting my head in confusion, my best impression of a wounded socialite. “You’re an impostor,” Cassian snapped, leaning forward. “You’re not the Aria we know. So where is the real Aria?” Impostor. The word hit like a slap. How the hell did he find out? I felt the heat rise under my skin, but my face stayed cool, a perfect mask. As far as I knew, there was no proof. If there was no proof, there was no crime.

But there was another set too. “Look sweetheart, you are clearly thick and not in a sexy way. You really need to eat something with carbs by the way, no one likes a pile of bones. I’m going to say this once so listen. You’re going to stop with this bullshit fetish over my Alphas, if you wanna get knocked up with some dirty wolf seed be my guest but it ain’t gonna be theirs. Look at them out of lust again and you’ll answer to me. Not a threat, statement of truth,” Susie said, and I quickly covered my mouth to keep from laughing. “Who do you think you are you little--” There was a slight hiss and I recoiled, closing the door quickly. Did she turn into a snake?? No, that couldn’t be possible. R

The one who kissed me like punishment and touched me like I was his only salvation. He comes to me like a shadow, determined and slow. The fake one—Britney—stands beside the marking stone, draped in white. Her eyes burn with triumph. But she’s already lost. She just doesn’t know it yet. He stops in front of me. And I lift my chin. “Come closer,” I whisper. “Just one last time.” He growls under his breath. “You have a death wish, impostor .” “No,” I say, smiling softly. “Just the truth.”

I said, and she looked at me in apparent confusion. Just then, the door opened, and someone walked in. “And who might this be?” the imposter asked, causing me to scoff. “As you can see, Mr. Reynolds, she doesn’t recognize who this person is, which means she isn’t your daughter-in-law,” I stated, and Mr. Reynolds couldn’t respond. I shifted my attention back to the imposter. "Miss Skylar Jones, this is claimed to be your sister, yet you seem completely unaware; isn’t that absurd?” I said, and she turned her gaze away uncomfortably, realizing she had finally been exposed and was left without a response.

“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.”

"I'm not what?" That poisonously sweet voice cut through my pleas, grabbing their attention with ease. Imposter Andromeda stepped into the office, her face a mask of concern and confusion. She was a brilliant actor, the way she studied my huddled form with hesitation. As though she wasn't the one who put me in such a state.

I walked over to the couch in his office grabbed my bag and made my walk of shame out of the giant office. But how did I end up being called an imposter? Well, it was all my mother's fault and partly mine for letting her talk me into doing this. ** Months Earlier "Hey, mum" I excitedly said through the video call as I walked around with the phone in my hand around my three-roomed apartment. "Hey, Mum? Emelia is that the way you greet your mother after not talking to her for four months?" She questioned as I broadly smiled at her, my mother is a drama queen.