Novel & Cerita The Great Imposter Book

He was sweating now. "Are you okay? You seem to be sweating," I said. The imposter gave a weak, nervous laugh before saying, "That bite had a bit of spice." I noticed his hand trembled as he reached for his glass of water. “But you said that was the best part,” I pressed as I cut him a third piece. I noticed the imposter hesitate to take it. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes before he forced himself to eat. He couldn't stop now or it would have given him away.

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.

The imposter raises his head with a smile, "Everyone is okay, snowflakes. You were brave out there. I'm proud of you." "Oh thank God," Sophia sighs in relief. "What about the men, did Agatha send them...? Why...did they call you an imposter? Do they know you?" "Oh snowflakes, you don't trust your old man? Alright ask me any question about you, I'd answer," the imposter balances his butt on the bed. "C'mon." "I don't know what to ask you. Hmm," Sophia thinks with a hand on her lips. "Okay," Sophia shows him the watch on her wrist. "The Hunter gave me this watch, how did he get it?"

She'd flipped it to a clean page. She wrote his name at the top: *Damien Hawthorne.* Then she started reading. There was a lot of him online. That was the thing about men like him — they became public property before they noticed it happening. Interviews. Profiles. A Forbes cover from three years back where he was photographed at a window, the city behind him, looking like someone who had already decided he would be on that cover one day and the universe had simply caught up. She read his Wikipedia page twice, then read the criticism section on the third tab she'd opened — there was always a criticism section.

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

I close my eyes, a wave of cold realization washing over me. Of course. Lea covered every base. She didn't just steal my identity; she inoculated everyone against the truth. She told them I was a cousin—someone with the same blood but none of the status. A poor, broken relative. "I know," Sophia murmurs. "But it's haunting." "It's a cruel trick of nature, that's all," Eva says, the knife resuming its rhythm. "Our Mrs. Jackson was a queen. She glowed. This poor girl... she's broken. She's a ghost of a person. Don't disrespect the dead by comparing them."

No theft report filed. Because no one had thought anything had been stolen. --- The story spread fast. Faster than poison. Faster than hunger. Because this one struck deeper. --- “They looked like us.” --- At the Sanctuary, Sophie’s voice cut through the hall before anyone had even asked the question. “It’s happening.” Charlotte turned from the table. “What is?” Sophie didn’t soften it. “Impersonation.” --- Within hours, three more incidents surfaced. In Lisbon, a supposed carrier coordinated a reroute that sent two trucks into a dead corridor.

the idiot grins, completely unaware of the two very real alphas standing behind him. Parker clears his throat loudly. “Your Highness. What a surprise finding you here.” The guy freezes. Parker’s hands clamp down on his shoulders and spin him around. “You’re wrong, Parker,” I say, eyeing the guy. “I don’t see the resemblance.” “You’re wrong, my King,” Parker replies with mock seriousness. He cups the impostor’s face like he’s inspecting fine jewelry. “Look at these eyes.” “What the hell, Parker?” I snort. “You trying to kiss him or me? He’s not that handsome, you know.”

"We have to continue our plans." I lift a brow. "What plans?" He shrugs. "You know, the plans." Achilles scoffs. "Oh yeah, that’s convincing. Try again." The imposter pauses. Then its form ripples, shifting like liquid until a tall woman stands in its place. Dark curls frame her sharp face, and her feline-like eyes gleam with amusement. She claps slowly. "I was hoping you’d be stupid enough to fall for that." Achilles sighs. "Oh please, you think that was a good shift? Babe, I’m insulted."

There had to be some kind of proof of what they were doing, they had to keep records of their findings from the trials they were running on the homeless. I quickly changed into a disguise I had put together—black slacks, a white collared shirt, and a name tag that said "Neil." I had an employee who ran a business making illegal documents for immigrants. He copied MID's barcodes to make me something that could get me in without raising suspicions. I wasn't worried about it not working, he was the best at what he did. I was more worried about somebody recognizing me while I was inside.