What Narrative Techniques Show Mimic Chapter 3 Jealousy Clearly?

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

I hated Seth Mallory with everything I had. He hated me just as much. If he drove a knife through my heart, I’d probably thank him. That’s how it’s always been—fire and ice, rivals to the core. Until the day he found out my secret. I’m gay. He’s not. End of story, right? Except it wasn’t. Seth Mallory, my worst enemy, wasn’t just angry. He was obsessed—with me. With teasing me, taunting me, and tempting me in ways I couldn’t resist. It was all fun and games, playing with the enemy, until it wasn’t. Because Seth isn’t who I thought he was. And when the game we started spirals out of control, I’m not sure either of us will survive the fallout—on the ice or off.

My childhood friend and I were a pair of show-offs. Ever since I was little, I had to come first in exams, or I would feel miserable all over. My childhood friend was even worse. Not only did he have to come first, but he also wanted to make it look effortless. We pushed ourselves to the limit and shattered the citywide record. After taking first in so many things, even winning had lost its thrill. So when we transferred into the honors class at the state's top high school, we immediately asked what the highest score was. A classmate waved us off and told us not to get our hopes up. "Don't even think about first or second. Our top two are a couple known as the Genius Gemini. Forget about third place, too. The one in third place has held that spot forever, and nothing could change it." The homeroom teacher assumed we were transfer students who had pulled strings, so she coldly sent us to the seats beside the trash can. "You two new ones take the seats in the back on your own. This is the best class in the state. Know your place, keep your heads down, and don't drag down our average!" My childhood friend and I exchanged a look. Instead of getting angry, we were practically tingling with excitement. The Genius Gemini, huh? We would gladly take that title off their hands!

In the two weeks leading up to our fifth wedding anniversary banquet, my wife's secretary, Ronald Piper, sent me photos of the two of them in bed every single day. I pretend not to know. On the day of the banquet, my wife, Jessica Tuttle, books out an entire hotel and gives a heartfelt speech, saying that I am the person she is most grateful for in this lifetime. Everyone applauds through tears. Over the years, Jessica, the aloof and capable CEO, has flown a thousand miles overnight just to come home and cook me broth when my stomach hurts. And when she is sentenced to imprisonment, I willingly serve two years behind bars in her place without hesitation. To outsiders, we are a perfect couple who are deeply in love with each other. While cutting the cake, I notice the pendant on Ronald's wrist. I had to call in every favor I had to get that pendant for Jessica. Back then, she says to me, "As long as the pendant stays on, our love remains. If it's ever removed, our relationship is over." I look at Jessica, who sighs with a helpless and indulgent expression. "Felix, Ron has been having nightmares lately. He's been down with a fever, too. I lent it to him for a few days to ward off bad luck. Don't argue with a kid over something so small, okay?" She then pats Ronald's shoulder reassuringly and urges, "You should thank Felix. He's always been understanding. It's just a trinket. He wouldn't be reluctant to part with it." Ronald looks at me timidly and says, "Thank you for letting me have it. With it protecting me, I can finally sleep peacefully every night while holding it in my arms. When I get better, I'll give it back to you." My best childhood friend is furious upon hearing this. "How can you turn a blind eye to all this?" he hisses. Of course I can.

When my wife, Juniper Carlsen, confessed to cheating on me with Frederick Byron, the man who faked his wealth, I decided to get divorced and moved back to my adoptive mother’s place. I ignored all of her pleas to remarry me. Then, my adoptive mother suffered a sudden heart attack. When the ambulance arrived, Juniper stood in front of me to stop me. “Malik, I know you hate Frederick. I'll have him flown out of the country as long as you get back together with me. I’ll do anything you say! “Are you going to let your mother suffer longer because of you?” When I looked at my dying mother, I clenched my teeth and yielded. Upon returning home, Juniper did as she promised. She did everything I said and even transferred the company shares to me. Even my biological parents, who previously antagonized me because of Frederick, were beginning to come around and dote on me. I was convinced that things had finally taken a turn for the better. Just as I was about to hand over the patent to her for her efforts in salvaging the company out of crisis, something unexpected happened. I stumbled into Juniper celebrating Frederick’s birthday at a restaurant. A three-year-old was seated next to him. My parents were present as well. They were handing the documents to transfer the family shares to Frederick. “Frederick, I'm so sorry you have to go through this. When will you be able to come back to us?” Frederick pressed his hand over my mother’s and reminded her cautiously, “Be careful. We can’t have Malik overhearing us. Did you forget how your husband almost let slip last time?” I froze. Then, I smiled before walking into the restaurant with the gift in hand.

The world has changed. There are humans with extraordinary abilities and the possibilities are endless. They are the Abnormals. Most are allowed to live their normal lives but the government is after those with very specific capabilities. This story follows Chase, a young man with extraordinary abilities who must rescue the woman he loves and fight for his freedom or face death at the hands of a maniacal killer. The only way to do this is to find the Mimic the government is hunting down and stop the killer before he gets to them. Mimic is the first book in an exciting new series that has been described as 'The X-Men meets The Bourne Identity', featuring action-packed scenes, romance and breathless anticipation.