The Great Imposter Book Novels & Stories

“Not lies, fox. These are records. Every name she could have been. Every grave she almost occupied.” He glared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and whispered. “She’s alive.” The imposter ran her finger over the last passport, tapping on the red stamp as she responded, “For now.” Camela’s distant cries echoed faintly, trapped somewhere beyond the line of people that didn't move. The imposter stood tall again, her eyes glowing faintly red as she adjusted her dress. “Welcome to the crossing. No one leaves without papers. And every paper costs a soul.”

I apologized. “I do not have time for this but I do appreciate and accept your apology, now skip to the important parts,” He urges me. “Very well,” I said and placed the book of spells down in front of him. “What is this?” He asked in confusion. I smiled, “It is the imposter’s spell book which she used to cast spells that helped her to look like your daughter,” Alpha Elijah picked up the book and opened it. He gasped when he read the words. I felt gratified by the look on his face.

If I went to the police and said I was seeing ghosts, they'd only think I was insane. Ted kept all of my documents, including my ID and debit cards. He never allowed me to touch them, and I had no idea where he kept them. I could only search carefully. By now, it was already evening. The sky was dark, and a faint reddish crescent hung on the horizon. The old light bulb glowed dimly overhead. The smell of tortellini seeped in through the crack of the door, and the fresh scent of chopped green basil curled around me.

The shareholders looked at each other with a mocking expression while the colleagues standing at the back immediately exploded in shock, unable to process the overwhelming news. I took out the prepared legal letter and said, “Grace has been impersonating my identity and spreading rumors within the company, damaging my reputation multiple times. She colluded with my ex-husband to steal an emerald bracelet worth over 1.5 billion from my home, trespassed into my private residence, and attempted to claim it as her own. “Additionally…” On the large screen in the meeting hall, a surveillance video of Max stealing the bracelet was immediately displayed. “Mr. Underwood, I’ve already called the polic

She asked me as I shrugged my shoulders. “So what’s going to happen?” She asked me as I pursed my lips together. “She wants me to take Eleanor’s place tomorrow” I said to her and she widened her eyes. “How? Do you think the man will accept? You will go as a substitute? I can’t believe his” She said sitting back, “Not substitute. More like an imposter” I said to her as she widened her eyes. “You wouldn’t...” “I know. I also told her there was no way I can pretended to be someone else” I explained to her as she held my hands.

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

Those contributions, along with my stellar grades, had secured me a guaranteed spot at a top university before I even took the SATs. However, Haley suddenly struck and slandered me. She accused me of impersonating her. Crying, she pitifully showed photos of my villa, including the pool, the private theater, and my dad's collection of sports cars in the garage. She even produced a photo of herself standing next to my dad to make her lies more convincing. The school turned on me when the photos were released. I became the "poor girl" who pretended to be a tycoon's daughter, and my guaranteed university admission was revoked.

Maisie twitched at the revelation, the lines on her forehead deepening. Not only was the imposter using her identity, but she was also treating patients in a deplorable manner. It was apparent that only wealthy people could enter the auction bidding. Their considerable wealth led them to devise peculiar ways of spending money, even to the extent of purchasing human lives. This was criminal! Maisie handed the phone back to Andrew and angrily turned her head to look out the window. "What's wrong with you?" Maisie didn't reply. "It broke your heart to know the true colors of your idol?"

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.

"This guy wrecked wines and impersonated..." "Impersonated whom?" Pauline interjected sharply. "Enlighten me. What does my fiancé and Janet Lane's only son need to impersonate?" Her frosty gaze swept across Mark and his crew, settling on Jessica, who was stepping forward to explain the situation. Her timbre dropped to a menacing whisper. "How dare you treat him like this?"