Jealousy Chapter 1 Mimic Novels & Stories

Xavier Jealousy grew so wild that he couldn't control himself. He ran out from her presence and transformed himself into a wolf wooo so loudly, he ran out because he didn't want to lay his finger on her so Ulva went to where J-Huk was lying Lifeless and started crying her tears dropped on J-Huk lips and her sneezed and came back to life, because of the miracle that happened the lycans wolf pack ran away because they tough she was the great wolf witch that controls the power of life and death. So there rumor of Ulva being a witch spread very fast in the school, and all the wolfpack wanted to collect her powers.

Simon was a bit confused and couldn't deny the fact that Elder Marcus spoke in parables and it was hard for him to understand his words. "You going against the Alpha shows that you're a rogue son so I stopped you from being a rogue and rogues will always exist as long as there's envy and jealousy" Simon was shocked at his turn of events, he realized that he would have been a rogue if he failed and gets banished from the pack. "How do we stop anger and jealousy?" Simon inquired,

A mirage. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing to Ethan and Raven’s kiss in the prison visitation room. The betrayal. The mockery. Her jaw clenched. They would burn. All of them. And if Leon Valenci thought she was done playing dangerous games, he hadn’t seen anything yet. --- End of Chapter 6

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

She asked herself. The night came down on her heavily, she was dying to sleep it had already passed her bed time. She was an organized freak. Never had twelve P.M caught her up on a work night. She glanced up to the door and met his eyes, glaring into her soul. What was with that look? She'd seen that very same look before, on the first night they'd met, that look was buried deep in her memory. She could recognize it anywhere. She wanted to know if that was the look she'd receive everyday if she agreed to stay by his side. She lowered her head feeling intimidated by his murderous eyes. “Seems like Miss Jones have had enough," Mr. Miguel said looking over to her, "It was lovely seeing you aga

Xves murmured, “It won’t attack until it completes the first read. But the moment it copies your emotional baseline it will strike.” “Meaning what” Liam asked. “Meaning she can’t panic,” Xves said. “If she does the mimic will take that as approval to attack.” Aleksander muttered, “She’s already panicking.” The mimic moved again but this time it wasn’t mirroring. It reached out. Its hand lifted just a little. Like it was testing the distance. Liam stepped into its path before I could move. “Touch her and I break you in half.” The mimic didn’t look at him. It only stared at me. Like Liam’s body wasn’t even there. Like nothing mattered except the command it had been given.

I blinked a few times so I could draw myself back to reality. I had to calm my nerves. My feelings of jealously were getting hard to control. Hazel still didn't let go of me. She tightened her grip around my wrist. I forced a smile and laughed at the expressions on their faces. They both looked like they had seen the most terrifying horror movie of their lives. "You should have seen your faces." I continued to laugh, holding my belly to support myself from pretending to fall from the 'effect' of the laughter.

The three mimics on the floor below lit up in Jack's perception like counterfeit bills under ultraviolet light, their false signatures suddenly, obviously wrong. Jack folded space. He materialized in the corridor of the forty-seventh floor face-to-face with a perfect copy of himself. Same dark-gold eyes. Same gauntlets. Same predatory stance. The mimic smiled with Jack's smile. "Hello, Father-blood." Jack didn't hesitate. He drove the compass directly into the mimic's chest. The device's reality-frequency resonance clashed with the construct's void-language foundation. The mimic shrieked, its form destabilizing, Jack's face melting into grey static.

“How do you expect us to teach it?” “Hey.” Mammon is already in front of the copy of myself, looking like he is interrogating it. “Can you mimic me?” Mammon winks, puckers his lips, and makes a heart with his hands. The imitation of me copies Mammon’s gesture. It was such a surreal action coming from me and with my face, I was frozen. Mammon gasped, clutching where his heart was, and fell on his knee. Leviathan gapes and soon covers his mouth while crying tears of joy.

I mocked, "You must have told this story to those missing girls too." Lauren's hand froze as she wiped her tears. She smiled and said, "I just wanted to vent my emotions, is that wrong?" I shook my head, "Of course there’s nothing wrong with that, but he's awake now. He should know this too, right?" Sure enough, when Lauren looked at Jack, her eyes were full of disdain. “Shouldn’t men who aren’t loyal just die?” After that, she picked up a syringe and injected the drug again as she approached me. "Jessica, don't worry. No one will know all of this after you die. By then, you'll be lying with Mega. Both of you are the most perfect artworks I've ever seen."