Imitation Of Life Book Novels & Stories

Silence ensued all around us, and every other child was staring at me jealously. Still, I nodded without hesitation. "Okay." "Good, good!" Carl smiled as he took my hand in his warm palm that also felt a little dry. "From now on, your name shall be Ruby Simpson, for I hope you will become a precious gem in the future too." Understanding the admiration and expectation in his words, I unwittingly clenched tightly on his palm in turn. And with that, I became the precious gem of the Simpson family. Carl himself treasured me, personally teaching me to read and write, and on philosophy.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

*** Then— the figure moved. *** Not naturally. *** Not fluidly. *** It adjusted. *** Like something correcting a position it hadn’t realized was wrong. *** ### The Imitation “It’s copying,” Victoria murmured. *** Raven shook her head slightly. *** “No.” *** A pause. *** “It’s approximating.” *** ### The Subtle Horror The figure turned its head. *** Too precisely. *** Too evenly. *** And when it stepped forward— its foot landed perfectly flat. *** No weight shift.

Ever since then, they’d been keeping an eye out for me since graduation, and after we graduated, it was Simon’s duty to keep an eye on me. He would call me and come to my house numerous times. I assured him that I wasn’t going to take my life, and he assured me that he only wanted to see me because he loved seeing my face. I didn’t buy it; sure, he did love seeing my face, but I still wasn’t buying it. I miss him so much. Oh gods, I’m supposed to be reading about different ancient supernatural creatures to see how I can fight them. I look for the book I was reading, and I find out the book is open and it’s on the floor. I pick it up, and I look at the open page. My eyes widen at the monstros

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

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Why wasn’t my childhood as easy as others’? I feel like my life is a book or movie that people are watching or reading. It is full of drama and complications more than the telenovelas I used to watch. Sometimes I wish I was a character in a movie or book, at least that way I would get a happy ending like the books I read. I remember reading a book series called Chasing Red and Always Red by Isabelle Ronin. That book was addictive that I had lost count of how many times I read it, I got lost in it, I even wished I was living the character’s life instead of my own.

I'd played the world's stupid game and I'd won, and my prize was getting to be the prize in everyone else's games. "Imitation is suicide," warns Emerson. He was right, because by thirteen, I'd killed that fat, weepy kid. I don't even remember her all that well any more. What I do remember, she wasn't any more interesting than the tweenager. She had pink walls in her bedroom, a unicorn poster on the wall, and idolized Taylor godd*mn Swift because omg not only did we have the same name, but the same initials, too! *gasp* So suddenly, I was thirteen, made straight A's, a three sport athlete, the body of a hot 20 year old, and no clue at all about who I actually was. Home life was hella easy, to