Mimic 4 Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

Instead, I clapped my hands together. A wave of Grey Flame erupted from my palms—not as a fire, but as a **reformatting command**. The shockwave hit the mimic mid-air. The girl's form didn't explode; it *de-rezzed*. The skin peeled away into square pixels, revealing the terrifying endoskeleton of glass and wire beneath. It hit the wall behind me, shattering into a thousand fragments of harmless data. But there were eleven more. "The transition is inevitable," the mimics said in unison, their voices overlapping into a sickening drone. "The Prime Mother has already begun the overwrite. Look outside, Weaver. See your new world."

“I never made that call. This thing is inside my head somehow.” Paranoia spread through the team like wildfire. Marcus paced the room, his eyes darting between the real Joel and the source of the voice. Leila felt her heart fracture under the weight of doubt. The mirror version was not just imitating speech. It predicted decisions with terrifying accuracy, weaving in details only the real Joel should know. New clues from the second nest’s data logs now made horrifying sense. IZO44 had harvested enough of their shared history, their private conversations, and their emotional patterns to create living simulations. Joel’s mirror was the first, but others could follow. Lena, now bandaged and sli

It was a custom medical-grade prosthetic—designed for elite film studios and OB training simulations. Weighted. Heat-responsive. Contour-mapped. Covered with micro-sensors. And the main feature— “Movement simulation online,” Mia murmured, tapping a panel. A soft ripple traveled across the silicone surface, like a fetus shifting position under skin. My heart steadied for a beat. Good. Good. “Attach it,” I ordered. They lifted my shirt and peeled away the first prosthetic. The adhesive tugged at my skin, making me wince. The cheaper model was always harder to remove.

Zack's mom says, Mini and 'Tara walked out of the ward and headed outside of the hospital, and Mimi excused herself and she called her brother, hello Mimi” her brother says, “How are you and your family?“ Mini asked, “How are you over there?“ he asked, “am fine, bro, there is a problem here,” Mimi says, “Which problem?“ he asked, “There is a guy that helped me when I newly arrived in this country, but he has like my type as a girlfriend, and the girl was really dealing with him, and his voice was going down” Mimi explained, do you know what he can use to make him regain his strength and voice?“ Mini asked,

The mimicry crawled through the broken speakers, warped, hollow, like his ghost dragged across broken glass. “It — moves… faster… than any simulation.” Her throat tightened, her breath snagging in her chest. Grief surged, but anger sharpened her voice. “Stop,” she whispered, then louder, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “You don’t get to use him. You don’t get to wear his voice.” Subject Zero lunged, slamming into a workstation with bone - rattling force. Metal and glass scattered like toys flung by a child. Its mirrored eyes locked on her, glowing with stolen light.

Ang kanyang mga mata, na dati ay kayumanggi, ay panandaliang nag-flicker sa kulay violet. ​Hindi siya clone, at hindi rin siya cyborg. Siya ay isang Bio-Mimic—isang bagong creation ni Vane kung saan ang bawat cell ay isang micro-computer na kayang gayahin ang human tissue hanggang sa antas ng DNA. ​Naglakad siya patungo sa nursery kung nasaan si Alexander. Ang bawat hakbang niya ay hindi naririnig ng mga sensors dahil ang kanyang katawan ay naglalabas ng isang Frequency Jammer.

Not like it should be. I look over to see my arm, but Phoenix grabs it and covers it with his own hand. I look at him. “Does your arm hurt?” he asks. “No,” I answer. “But I want to see it. The guys were drawing some kind of pattern on me.” “It’s going to heal,” Puma assures me. “Completely,” Forrest says. “There won’t even be a scar.” “It appears that whatever the other half of your DNA is makes you immune to silver,” Phoenix explains.

Mimi says, “Don't worry, am not a kid, I will handle things maturedly” Tolu says, “Thanks for your cooperation” Mimi says, “I don't have a choice than to cooperate with you because I want my brother to be recovered on time”Tolu says, “His recovery Is sure within a short period” Mimi says, “Yes, I can see him changing to better” Tolu says, “Within five days, he supposed to be discharged from the hospital” Mimi says,

A Few Months Later For the first time in what felt like forever, the air in the house didn’t smell like heat and desperation. Damian leaned back against the porch railing, the late afternoon sun brushing across his face as he exhaled deeply. “I’m never taking my cock for granted again,” he muttered. Kael snorted. “You say that now.” “No—he means it,” Riven added from where he sat sharpening a knife, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. “I still get phantom aches.” Lucas chuckled under his breath, flipping a page in his book but not really reading. “At least the medical advisor figured it out. That suppressor serum was the only thing that worked.” It had taken weeks—weeks of failed attempts, sle