Jealousy Chapter 1 Mimic Novels & Stories

“We burned the body. This thing shouldn’t be alive.” I crouched down. No signs of struggle. No broken lock. Just… emptiness. And on the wall, scratched in a frenzied clawing: “You brought it home with you.” — Hurrying back upstairs, I found Sienna and Caleb halfway through breakfast, a tranquility heavy in the air. She looked up, eyes narrowing. “What is it now?” “The mimic escaped,” I said, adrenaline spiking. Sienna shot up. “No. I saw it die—”

"On the day of your father's funeral, Milton was there, actually. I had him behind the memorial photo. A few times. Your crying was annoying." My hand froze midair. The rosary beads I'd been clutching slipped through my fingers and scattered across the floor. I clamped a hand over my mouth, the horror sinking in. How could they? With a scream torn straight from the center of my chest, I lunged at her, slamming my head toward her like a madwoman. "What kind of monsters are you?" But she stepped aside with ease, and I crashed straight into the wall. Blood streamed down my face.

Sometimes before the mirror. She'd sit there, head bowed, putting on her jewelry. I'd walk over, meaning to clasp the necklace for her. But my hand passed through her shoulder. Sometimes by the window. She'd be in that deep-red gown, the silver's graze still on her arm. I'd ask whether it hurt. She only looked at me and smiled faintly. There was no hatred in that smile. No love either. Only calm and distance, exactly the way I'd once been toward her.

Sliver pov {the devil himself} Sleeping became impossible after that. Everytime I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the underground hall ways stained with bloods and people crying out for help echoing behind those metal doors. By morning, my whole body felt weak, sunlight passed through the cracked church windows as I turned and stared at my reflection in the small mirror near the fire place. I could barely recognized my self. My dark hair loose around my shoulders, still wet a bit from yesterday down pour. The oversized black sweater swallowed my body completely, exposing the bruises around my wrist, making them standout more.

"Hurry and stitch up the tear in his aorta! He's going to die if you don't do something soon!" I lifted my head and shot a radiant smile at them through the glass. A chill ran down Heather's spine when she looked at me. She subconsciously gripped the hem of her shirt. "What's the rush?" I asked as I lifted my shaking hand. "You know that my hand is ruined, don't you? Every move that I make will be testing the limits of Matthew's survival." I intentionally slowed down my movements, using my left hand to clumsily pick up the needle.

she sneered. I met her gaze with an unwavering smile, my lips curved into a taunting smirk that caught her off guard. Her confident façade faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of confusion that was quickly masked by an angry glare. "You dare speak of weakness when you, a supposed 'wolf,' are so devoid of strength that you had to steal my work to succeed? You're not a wolf, you're a flea, feeding off of others' achievements. And trust me, in the end, every flea gets squashed," I spat back.

HistoryInefficient data storage that prevents optimization. The Mimics had rewritten the Syntax of her Soul. $$\Psi_{Meilin} = \text{Overwrite}(\text{Identity}, \text{Mimic\_Logic})$$ The Arrival of the "Protagonist" Outside the Spire, the "Red Carpet" simulation shattered as Leo breached the upper floor. He didn't use the stairs; he used the momentum of his fall, guided by the "Archive" in his head, to smash through the reinforced glass.

My bitch of a stepsister may hate me, but she’d never kill an innocent child. Goddess, it makes me sick that SHE has a pup. I’d go find someone else to fuck to make sure I got pregnant if I didn’t think Ellis would find out. From everything I’ve heard, mates can feel it when you cheat. I can’t afford to weaken him, and I don’t want him turning on me, but I need a fucking pup in my belly and I need it yesterday!

She finally agreed that I could be a part of the car racing game’s organizing team as Mechanical Engineer or team leader, and she would reserve two hours for us to meet her one week from now—it would be the day after the race—to discuss what we wanted to know from her. I focused my attention back to the pearl necklace. As I inspected the pearls further, there were almost faded letters engraved on four pearls at the center that reads: J U N O. _________________________ This chapter happened right after Chapter 26: The Accident (Drey’s P.O.V.) and at the same time with Chapter 27: Realizations (Aris’ P.O.V.).

Miracle The feel of my skin getting burned jolted me awake. I whimpered as I felt the silver cuffs burn my wrists and ankles. I weakly looked around to see my sister Malia looking down at me with a smile on her face. The familiar feeling of fear took over me when I saw the sickly sweet smile on her lips. “Please Malia, not today. I don’t feel good.” I cried, begging my sister to leave me alone. “What are you pretending for, Miracle?” She asked, rolling her eyes at me.