A Mimic Novels & Stories

The man said in a rush. “Daniel, this is Cordelia Blackwell, she's helping Sheila. Now, there's a coffin in my trunk. Get it and follow me to the back of the mansion.” I wasn't sure what happened, but Daniel and Cadell both stared at each other, a silent conversation was happening between them. And I remembered reading about the mind link between pack members. Daniel's eyes widened before drifting towards me and bowing his head slightly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.”

I nod and she sees me looking at myself in the mirror. "You know Arlo doesn't see a cancer patient when he looks at you. If you need help you have friends to help you get through whatever you decide. Model Perfect has you under contract but if you can't fulfill their expectations does it even really matter? Why don't you model for someone else?"

'Yes Karen,” he said, soon his face changed into anger, “let him be, for now, I need enough evidence, Let's talk later, I have to board the plane with Mina. As he was talking to Karen, a feeling of fear and shock suddenly flooded him, he stopped for a moment, the feeling was not his and as he processed it, he suddenly heard Aramina scream. He practically sprinted back to the room and saw her lying on the floor, as he bent down to pick her up, her eyes opened and a pair of mischievous red eyes stared up at him ‘She is such a Sisi’, Aramina’s wolf spoke in his head Zach immediately recognized Aramina's wolf, but before he could respond, the eyes closed and she fell unconscious again. He mind-l

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

His voice came out low. Kai nodded again. “They copied voices.” He continued. “Facial expressions too.” Amara felt sick immediately. No. No no no. Victor suddenly looked horrified. “You’re talking about mimic conditioning?” Kai’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” Elliot stared at the monitor. “So somebody recreated her?” He asked. “No.” Kai corrected quietly. “They recreated what Adrian remembers.” Everything paused. Adrian froze completely. Because suddenly, he understood. The voice. The smile. The words.

Maja was his big brother Nick fuck doll, because of her skin color and her race she was bullied. His brother saves her from her depressive stage, in exchange, she became his all time fuck doll. She has history and tendencies and behind her "I can't break a glass type of personality" is a submissive. He was able to record her exhibitions so many times. Most of it are erotically thrilling, yes she give that thrilling feeling when she starts to do her thing.

“Hello,” I said with a smile as I answered the incoming video call. “Good, you’re still awake,” Mimi said as she frowned. “I’m always awake at this time of the night,” I said to her. Mimi was one of my best friends and we were the most alike in our dysfunctional little group. Mimi was beautiful, she didn’t realize how beautiful she was and she had a clear disdain for public places, people and anything to do with going outside. She owned an online boutique shop that sold handmade jewelry, that she made herself, and the most gorgeous evening wear you could imagine.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

"Hey-hey, he's here." Jesus Christ. My heart pounded when I heard the thing I was avoiding. The whole office became busy and everyone stopped what they were doing. I rolled my eyes and slowly stood up and imitated them in what they were doing. Gladly, I’m behind them. They won’t notice how fidgety I am.

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.