Sussy Imposter Novels & Stories

The rooftop was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t last in New Yorkhigh above the noise, tucked between forgotten buildings and digital shadows. A place not even drones bothered to sweep anymore. Ava stood in the dark, her breath even, her hands at her sides. She didn’t move when the other her stepped into view. Same face. Same posture. Same voice. But not the same fire. “You’re smaller than I expected,” the imposter said. Her tone was calm, practiced. Every word rolled off her tongue like it had been rehearsed a hundred times. “In the files, you seemed louder.”

It was that exact same dark, whispering voice that had gotten me into this horrific mess in the first place, but desperation was a parasite, eating away at my logic. Making me believe that if it got me into this mess, maybe it would get me out of it. "An imposter spell," I muttered out loud before I could stop myself. The Seer’s milky eyes narrowed, her hands freezing over her wooden table. She looked at me, her mind clearly working behind those blind eyes. "An imposter spell..." she repeated slowly. "It is not a bad idea, child."

I felt the judgment, the curiosity, the subtle sneers of the women who knew exactly what I was. I looked at Julian's profile. The sharp line of his jaw, the coldness of his grey eyes. He was a god in this world, and I was his favorite toy. A cold realization settled in my chest, heavier than the silk of my dress. I was an impostor. I had spent the last hour laughing at Josh for trying too hard to be accepted, but I was doing the exact same thing. I was mimicking the movements, wearing the clothes, and adopting the cruelty of Julian's world just so I wouldn't feel the void inside me. I was pretending that I belonged among the predators because it was better than admitting I was the prey.

"Sophia—" "Let me finish." She met his eyes, raw honesty blazing in her expression. "I know what people say about me. Gold digger. Social climber. Lucky nobody who trapped a billionaire. And part of me wonders if they're right. Not about trapping you—we both know how this started—but about belonging. I look at your world, Liam, and sometimes I feel like an imposter wearing expensive clothes and pretending I understand which wine pairs with which course."

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

The guy was a character , he would nervously start chattering everytime he got nervous and on top of that he was super shy . That was the impression I had of me until one day I caught him acting like a peeping tom and it was only later on did I found out that the guy had a sick fetish of peeping at couple who were making out or having s*x , voyeurism people might call it . While I knew that different people have different kind of pleasures and really didn't want to judge Austin for his freaky behaviour.. The disgust that I felt regarding his fetish might have shown on my face because Austin soon came and cornered me ,to interrogate whether or not I knew of his secret .

Rudy walks through the door pulling me away from the window, he looks out quickly scanning where everyone was. "Okay we don't have much time so we have to be quick, you have to fake marry me," he says, which makes me just stare at him confused "I know how crazy that sounds but it's what happens here, obviously we're not actually gonna get married but we have to make everyone believe we are," he says, I look out the window to see people starting to look up at us, okay this is so confusing. "I don't understand," I say, but he cuts me off before I could finish.

Whether they accept is their decision. The International Supernatural Assembly presentation was scheduled for three months later in Geneva. I spent intervening time preparing comprehensive overview of coalition development, research findings, and implementation frameworks. "You're nervous," Lord Caelum observed the night before presentation. "I'm presenting to international leadership about work I'm still not sure I'm qualified to have done. Imposter syndrome is screaming." "You built continental organization serving nine thousand students with ninety-eight percent survival rate. You're supremely qualified. Your imposter syndrome is lying to you like it always does."

Inevitable facts. Zara laughed despite herself. "You're ridiculous." "I'm in love. Same thing." They ate lunch in her office, celebrating quietly, the city humming below them. "How are you feeling?" Marcus asked. "Really?" "Terrified. Excited. Overwhelmed. Like I'm waiting for someone to realize I don't belong here and revoke everything." "Imposter syndrome. Classic high achiever trait." "Or realistic assessment of someone who's been here six months and just became SVP."

“My name is Kairos!” The impostor hissed softly. The illusion shattered. Kairos was Kairos again. The thing wearing Silas’s face frowned. “Adaptive.” “Return him,” I demanded. Silence stretched. Then the impostor sighed. “Very well.” The air clicked. The figure flickered. Silas stumbled forward, collapsing onto his knees. The impostor vanished like mist. Silas gasped. “What… what happened?” I dropped beside him, gripping his shoulders. “Say your name.”