Mimi Artwork Novels & Stories

It’s as if the world has faded away, and I don’t want it to ever end. Just then, a light flashes, startling us from our enamored trance. We both look towards where the flash came from. Mimi is standing there with a mile-wide grin and a digital camera in her hands. “Oh, you two look so perfect.” She says with a giddy little girl giggle. It’s amusing to see such a put-together woman regress to a young girl. She inches her hands together and says, “Okay, now put your arms around her and face the camera. Amara giggles behind her hand and puts her arm around my waist.

“You attract us and you will keep doing so with your composition. You can’t give up on us. There was a High Priestess who cared for the likes of us and helped us find resolve our dilemma. Now, she isn’t in this world anyone and the second one who used to do that as well is stuck in the in-between. I have no time to choose. The first person who saw me would help me.” “Now, now, you are all energetic and all,” Mimi appeared out of nowhere. “You can’t just discuss things that don’t belong to this part of the world. You will have your wish coming true and you, little girl, you need to take a bath because you reek of sickness.”

“All proceeds will be donated for the cause, brother, and Lake is loaded. Don’t be shy to donate, man.” Mykel shook his head in amusement. “Well, I’ll go check out some paintings.” I grabbed a champagne flute when Lake nodded. I walked towards the blue corner with paintings of expressionism. I’m not an enthusiast, but the painting was a naked man in bed. I went to the other with fewer guests. The fingerprinting caught my eye. The handprint produced a beautiful portrait of a dog and a cat with smiling eyes. “That’s nice.” Lake stood beside me. “Yeah, I like it.”

Millie always loved art, but recently, she began seeing it differently. I’ve always liked art, Millie noted thoughtfully. But I never thought about creating it myself. Damian looked at her with curiosity. What do you mean? Millie paused to admire a painting, tracing the air around it without touching it. I’ve always admired others’ work. But lately, I’ve thought about creating something myself. Something original. Damian tilted his head, intrigued. Like a painting? A sculpture?

He had gone to the market the following day to get Mimi some clothes and other essentials. Well, you see Mimi was going to meet her other mate, was going to live with them actually. Yes, she was leaving Ys to go live in the werewolf world with Dior convincing her he would let their Alpha turn her into one of them and they would all be happy. Mimi was an orphan, born and bred in her father's brother's house in Vineta and managing to escape to Ys a few days after she clocked nineteen. She was lucky to have found Sir Egan who gave her a place to stay.

Mimi pursed her lips and said, “Alright, I won’t say anything! Don’t worry, I always keep my word!” Jocelyn glanced at her and chuckled. “Really? I couldn’t tell at all!” Mimi made a face at her and laughed out loud. “You can’t tell by just looking at me! You must observe me carefully in the future!” Jocelyn shook her head in amusement and said, “Stop talking nonsense. I need to work. Hurry up and go home!” Mimi was a wealthy young lady that did not have to work. Her daily activity was shopping, attending some fashion shows, and participating in some dinners or social gatherings.

I asked her as I stood up to look at the photo of me as evidence that Mimi placed beside her that OJ kept looking at. “What?” Mimi asked me with her puzzled face, and I answered her, “OJ’s talking to me about the picture you brought with you. May I see it again?” “Oh, sure. Here. Ooh, look at these goosebumps I have now. Ollie, my darling, if you really are here, always remember that I love you. Your Mimi here loves you so much, and I miss you.” She replied and talked to the girl in red who was pouting her lips and seeming about to cry.

** ⸻ That evening, Ximena stood barefoot in her penthouse kitchen, sipping chamomile tea as the city lights glittered beyond the glass windows. She’d cancelled her dinner meeting with Seoul buyers. Said she had a migraine. Truthfully, she just couldn’t shake the chill in her spine. She’d seen glitches before—errors, flags, duplicates. But this felt different. The sketch was one she had refined alone. It was born from her grief and grit after Paris. No one else had touched it. No one even had access to her private vault folder—unless someone had used an old Camila-era backdoor. But those were all closed. Or so she’d believed.

God I wish Sam was here, I was so shy and Alone. I took a deep breathe in and released it. I walked over to the place and stood behind them to hear what they have to say about the art work. "Honestly you would almost think it's the real typical Mona Lisa painting", someone said. "Quite beautiful don't you think?", another person said. "Yes yes the artist is quite a charm, Lexy Emiliano is the name I presume", another said. "The feminist? I think I've heard her name a few couple of times, her works are quite stunning I must say".

"This was my friend. I know this is her. I would recognize those eyes anywhere." "Then your friend must have been really beautiful. Let's purchase this, shall we?" -End of Flashback- That painting still sits in the wall at her bedroom. A constant reminder for her to stay her ground. Keeping her from slipping into the darkness completely. To remind herself that she is not just some psychopathic serial killer. That everything she did, and will do will always be for the greater good. That painting also helped her identify Mira's killer. Salazar Simmons. It was not easy to get close to Simmons. It took her years to find a connection to the painter. By the time she got the connection she needed,