Jealousy Chapter 1 Mimic Novels & Stories

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My behaviors were driven exclusively by jealousy. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Jealous? Of what?" I asked, my voice still angry. Jemima hesitated before answering. She admitted to me that your love together was something she could not accept as her voice started to crack. The profound love I witnessed between you two was something I had never experienced before and thus didn't want you to feel it. I looked at her face to detect any real signs of remorse. I remained doubtful whether her apology was sincere or just a ploy to capture my interest. I couldn't be sure what she intended to do but I could trust she wouldn't manipulate me again.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back for my verbal blunder, wondering what was wrong with me when it came to Ethan. He responded, "Me and Jessica? She's more like a cousin than anything, why do you ask? I'm not sure why, maybe because she's too cheerful and perky for me, but when he introduced her as a relative, I became all excited. everything about her was squeaky, from her gleaming smile to those breasts that were too high. Jessica was simply too joyful, which I absolutely detest. It can’t be jealousy could it?

If you look at her, she looks seriously ill and was overpowered by putting the foundation on her face as well as on her lips. “Why did you leave the room? What might happen to you?” Tyron worriedly supported Emily. Jesabell sneered at Emily’s visible condition. It was as if she couldn’t break an egg. She feels herself as she looks at the two. And surprisingly, she wondered. Later on, a smile was plastered on her lips. This time, she wanted to praise and applaud herself because the jealousy she felt before turned into anger. “Jesabell, why did you stab yourself? Don’t you think Tyron is the one to blame when something goes wrong with you?” Emily asked and scolded the girl gently.

Chapter: A Night to Remember As the sun dipped below the horizon, Avon and Lucia made their way upstairs, their hands entwined, their hearts racing with excitement. The tension between them was palpable, and Lucia could feel Avon's eyes on her, burning with desire. As they reached the bedroom, Avon swept Lucia into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Lucia melted into his embrace, her body responding to his touch, her heart soaring with love. They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, before Avon's hands began to explore Lucia's body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts.

Charlotte playfully shake it in circles in her hand while looking at me insultingly. “Were you ashamed of yourself? You think just because the prince announced you as his mate to your fellow lowlife werewolves, he would to the same to the elite guests?” she slurred. Her friends giggled in mockery. “I’m genuinely curious, Migumi. What does it feels like to not be recognized by your mate? Did it cut off your ambitious wings?” She stood in front of me with that mean girl persona of hers dominating her system. Her fellow mean girls are laughing behind her, seemingly proud with how she manages to bully an Omega like me.

ISABELLA'S POV I pressed the play button again. Again. And again. Every single time, I wanted to make sure that there was nobody there. That I was imagining that person standing there. And even if it was blurred, I knew that posture. I just couldn't prove it. Fred. It had to be him. I swallowed hard. “You don't get to be this person too.” I said, whispering to myself. My hands were shaking. I wasn't angry. The video only seemed to rearrange me.

She turned away, her disapproval palpable. I slumped back in my seat, exhaling heavily. "Hey, I was just trying to help," I grumbled, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Emilia rounded on me, her gaze searing. "Help? I'm a child. What did you think this was?" I shrugged, discomfort prickling under my skin. "I don't know. Bonding, I guess? Isn't that what this is supposed to look like?" A sneer curled Emilia's lips, the expression so jarring, so out of place on her young face that a chill raced down my spine. For a moment, I was reminded of Pennywise, that demented clown from the movie.

Her tone was taunting, dripping with venom. Aliana’s face tightened, her lips pressing together as she remained silent. She avoided Mirabel’s gaze, but the tension in her body was evident. "Oh,So you all thought that was the end of my story, didn’t you?" Mirabel’s voice rose, a mocking lilt in every syllable. Her eyes danced from one person to the next, savoring their discomfort. She was relishing the moment, letting them feel the weight of their underestimation. John, having heard her voice from upstairs, slowly descended the grand staircase. His footsteps were measured, almost hesitant, as though he wasn't entirely sure of the confrontation he was walking into.