Jealousy Chapter 1 Mimic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”

Surprised, I looked at him, only to notice he was averting his gaze and not daring to meet my gaze. "Have I… done anything wrong?" There was a hint of fragility in his voice, one I'd never heard coming from him. Wrong? He had never done anything wrong. Even if there were, it would only be that he never had a place for me in his life. "No, it's not that," I said softly. "You're perfect." "Then why do you want to break our mate bond?" He put his mug down. His ashen eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, like the sky before a storm.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

A new, external variable was exactly what she needed to solidify her position. William looked down at Mimi, his possessiveness flaring instantly. He had only just claimed her as his own, and now a serious, attractive rival was on the scene. The look in his eyes was dark, a flash of pure, unadulterated jealousy. "We stick to the script," William commanded, taking Mimi's hand in a tight, protective grip. "You are mine, Mimi. You do not let him charm you, and you do not let my mother use him to divide us. This is the first test of our partnership. Let's go meet your rival, and your mother's chosen weapon."

"You're not. You are stalking her." "I'm supervising… or whatever it is,” I said, getting a bit edgy. Emily scoffed. "You kidnapped that woman, held her hostage, threatened people around her, and somehow you're jealous because she's hugging her ex-boyfriend?" "I'm not jealous." "You're furious." "I'm frustrated." She sighed dramatically. "Describe what happened." "I don't want to." "I should keep my answer to myself then." I leaned back against my seat. "He hugged her."

Dad barked. Mom was taken aback as she stared at Ruth, who was cowering in the corner. "Ruth? Weren't you… Why are you back here?" Micah immediately flipped the script and pointed at me, trying to pin this on me. He yelled, "Mom, I asked Ruth to come back and help me look up some materials! Jemima, the lunatic, suddenly barged in here and swung that baseball bat around, smashing everything! "She must be jealous of Ruth! She's petty, vindictive, and wants to get revenge!"

my heart thumps painfully inside my chest as the shrill cry of unbearable agony continues to flood the space. The black liquid starts forming human-like hands and heads with white tears flowing sluggishly from their empty eye sockets. I desperately tried running away from them when they start moving sluggishly toward me. "Your highness... why did you forsake us like this?" I screamed in shock as a black liquid hand grabs my shoulder from behind. Just what is happening?? What are all these things?? *Bathump! Bathump!* I can feel my heart pounding loudly inside my ribcage as more hands formed practically surrounding me.

I clenched my jaw as I felt an irrational rush of jealousy and anger. For a half-second, so quickly I thought I imagined it, his eye flashed a breathtaking sapphire. I blinked, brow furrowed, trying to think if that really happened. If this was really happening. ‘It’s happening. And I’m scared.’ Emilia whimpered. Great, she’s been keyed up about finding our mate since my first shift. She has always been sure our mate would be kind and loving.

Having repressed my feelings for her, I remained vigilant over her safety. Her abrupt transformation took me by surprise. She became a chatty person and wasn't bothered about my existence. It seemed like nothing I said or did bothered her. It was like she wasn't the same person. I liked it though. I thought it would make working with her easier. It did. In fact, it was making things too comfortable between us. The emotions I had buried months ago reawakened. I found myself leaning towards her. With each passing day, my wolf began to struggle against me. He wanted to claim her as ours - which was strange since she wasn't our mate.

The proctor looked up and fixed her with a stern look. Joey's face went scarlet. She shot me a glare that could have killed. If those live comments said I was her stepping stone, then fine. I'd pave her a path straight into a ditch. I stopped humming and turned my attention back to the exam. It was time to set the trap. The real answer to question two was B, so I deliberately thought, "I got this one wrong on the last practice exam. It's definitely C. I can't make the same mistake again."