Sussy Imposter Novels & Stories

The clusters of power you could always tell them from the way people angled toward them, the way even unconscious body language deferred. She was tracking a man near the far side of the room when she registered the shift. Something changed in the room’s gravity. She didn’t understand it at first. Then she did. He had just walked in. Not walked in, arrived. There was a difference. Damien Hawthorne didn’t enter a room so much as the room reorganised itself around him. People turned without meaning to. Conversations paused and resumed at a different pitch. He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit like it had been made specifically for his body, which it almost certainly had, and he moved through

Ivy pointed at the door of the café. "You make it sound as if we are going to have a shot of alcohol." They both laughed and took a seat in the shop. "Your fame is frightening," Susan had to comment. "You are still at the top of the entertainment news. When I found out you joined the cast, I was so excited, at least you still have a brain to not waste your talent." "Yeah, about that," Ivy said fiddling her tinted nails. "How will I put this, you were deceived by that imposter because that's not me." She paused, looking at the expression on Susan's face.

Now, you—" "Liar!" Winter snapped. "You are an impostor. Why should I believe you?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, squatting to her level again. Then I pointed at my face. "Look at me. This impostor has the face of your lover and Alpha. I have deceived everyone and taken over power. Your life and that of many others is in my hands. You should know better than to provoke me!" Another look of fear was triggered within a split second. Winter flinched, regarding me with teary eyes. I could hear her heart beat against her chest. She was scared. So scared.

Then the items are handed over and payments arranged. The room begins to empty but I sit there as if my bum has been glued to the fancy chair, too afraid to get up. I feel like a fraud right now. “Imposter syndrome,” I mutter. “What?” Eddie asks. “Nothing.” My phone vibrates in my pocket and I rush for it for no reason other than that I want to do something with mu hands. It's a message from my bank showing I've just received six deposits, each matching Alex’s bids, plus Jodie’s fifty thousand.

"Like, genuinely terrified. I wake up at three AM convinced that launch day is going to be a disaster and everyone will realize I have no idea what I'm doing." "That's called imposter syndrome." "I know what it's called. Doesn't make it less real." "No. But—" He shifted to face me better. "From what I've seen? You're killing it. The photoshoot went viral. Your work tops when it comes to brands you work with. And even though you live like you don't know you're really doing great, you're doing something ninety-nine percent of people only talk about doing." "What if that's not enough?" "Then it's not enough and you try again." He said it so simply, like failure wasn't the end of the world. "Tha

In response, the imposter issued a challenge, demonstrating extreme arrogance. While others had reservations, no one dared to confront the imposter. They had a great deal of awe and admiration for the legendary figure, but other than this hacker's impressive abilities, they knew very little about God-K. It would be foolish to offend the imposter if this person was the real deal. No one challenged the imposter after much hesitation. The imposter appeared to have foreseen this, and his actions became increasingly outrageous. Gwyneth quickly skimmed the posts and comments.

" He switched to his flirting mood. Gosh! Why can't he be normal for once? I turned around to return to my usual job post and felt a grip around my wrist. I turned back to meet with mr imposter's taunting smile and I was red. "What the..." He cut me short. "Please can I get extra package for take home?" He said like he wasn't flirting earlier. "Hmm, sure." I gave him a dry smile. "I'll be right back." This guy isn't mentally stable, I guess. How can a man comfortably switch mood with in seconds?

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX The Isimud that stood before Jimmy, was not the man he’d seen in his vision. He was relaxed genial, and quite unbelievably charismatic. Like the Tailor he had the air of a man who does one thing so well that it brings him a great deal of power and influence, and nothing is more charismatic than that. He also seemed to be filled with genuine anticipation. He was practically rubbing his hands together. This unnerved Jimmy more than anything. Something sinister lurked behind his anticipation, something more frightening than the maliciousness that played about his smile.

I say words like synergy and branding. I lie. Convincingly. The imposter syndrome is tap-dancing on my frontal lobe. “You’ve really changed,” the host smiles. “You seem more... grounded.” I shrug. “Guess I'm finally finding my footing.” Her grin stretches wider. “Is that what Matthew Jones is helping you with?” Oh for the love of hell. I give her a look that’s all Harper. “Matthew’s an old chapter. We’re not back together.” Click. Flash. Buzz.

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”