Novel & Cerita Sussy Imposter

I confessed, quietly, almost as if I were testing the sound of the words before throwing them out into the world. Timmy blinked, confused, as Midnight looked at me over the cup of tea she had just prepared, her eyes full of unexpected interest. "What?" Timmy asked, narrowing his eyes. I raised my head, facing him directly. "I'm Sissy. The one she exchanges messages with all the time. The one she tells everything to, from the most mundane things to... even her fears and dreams. She sends me songs, shares the most detailed observations about the world around her. She talks about the books she's reading, and I..." My voice faltered for a moment, and then I took a deep breath, gathering my coura

Hearing this, the imposter appeared to be slightly flustered, for he didn't expect that there was such a huge flaw in his seemingly impeccable plan. Unresigned, he gnashed his teeth and snarled, "So what if you've found out about this? You can never locate him!" Hilda guffawed. "It was just a guess. Now you've confirmed it for us!" The imposter gulped, for he didn't expect that he had fallen into her trap.

"You're her sister? She just claimed to be Mr. Rogers' friend! Both of you are dishonest fraudsters! Carol, call the security guards to kick them out!" "Okay!" A woman, presumably Carol, immediately picked up the phone on her desk. Larissa wasn't worried at all since the security guards at Microworks Building knew her. "I really am a family member of Mr. Rogers. I'll call him right now if you don't believe me." Larissa pulled out her phone. "Your sister just tried this tactic to deceive me, so don't even try," the wavy-haired woman sneered, "I suggest that you think of another way."

“KAYLA SENT YOU a friend request?” Soren asked, skeptical. “Yes.” “Are you sure it’s really her, probably a poser.” “The profile name says Kayla Cortez and Andrew and some of your relatives are friends with the account.” “That’s not an assurance that it’s an authen—” “It has five thousand friends, the maximum limit for friends, and it’s active for the last six years,” she interrupted him. “An imposter can’t fool that many people. And her friends are commenting on the posts like she’s the real deal.”

She spoke up coldly, "I don't need you to do anything. I can defend myself alone. For today, I think I needed some of this to get me back to my sense. Maybe it was to make me realise my limits." "What are you talking about?" Damien asked confused. Eden concluded, "We have to stop. All of this insanity, all of this fake fiancee drama and all have to end. Here. Right away. You are my boss and I am your secretary and that's all." Her voice lacing with determination...

The girl that came in had that familiar imposing and confident aura on her. Someone who looked exactly like her. 'An impostor?'

Something that had struck suspicion since I never touched it. I went to stand at the towering mirror, my reflection bathed in muted gold. I was a carbon copy of my twin sister—every physical feature. There's no way anyone could've known I was an imposter but they did. My reserved personality clashed vividly with Pamela's bold confidence and brightness–something that had everyone who set their eyes on me grow suspicious at just one glance. And now I've ruined everything. Arthur is not just skeptical, he's furious—the way he treated me last night– I shut my eyes that were already puffed from too much crying. Fresh tears rolled freely down my cheeks. My eyes fluttered open again, taking in the

The more that everyone hides it from her, the greater the greed that she feels to seek for the truth. “You look stupid” a familiar voice sounded, the voice that she had once loved and hated at the same time. Looking up to the direction of where the voice came from, Suyi found a man with brown curly locks, hazel eyes and thick bushy brows that made his features more attractive.

I listened intently as Adrian opened the door, his voice filled with caution. "Hey, do you need anything" Adrian questioned, his tone a bit hesitant. "This man is being so suspicious." Willow tsked, "Can't he even fake properly being the Alpha?" I chuckled. The impostor's voice dripped with false sweetness. "Oh, Adrian, I had nothing better to do," she replied, her words laced with an unsettling nonchalance. "And I wanted to be with you. Therefore, I planned to pay you a visit." I held my breath, my ears straining to catch every word of their conversation. From my hiding place, I could see Adrian's expression darken, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Softly caressing his thigh, I tried calm

“I’m acting this way because I learned it from you. Do you think I’ve mastered your attitude after only a few days? I need to practice your manners so I don’t expose any flaws.” The imposter sounded confident. She simply could not resist herself from ordering Carrie around. Carrie was not the legitimate Mrs. Longbottom anyway. How dare she put on airs? They were no more than pawns for Mr. Longbottom. Carrie was speechless. She glanced at the imposter’s face. Since the imposter had endured a few slaps in her place, she decided to help her get some ice just once. Carrie stood and went to bring an ice pack.