Mimic Book Novels & Stories

“If I had Mimi, I would be able to help her. Such a shame! Really! Such a shame! She is quite useful in things like this.” I turned back walking through shabby houses where poor people lived. I bet I would find someone who might give me shelter for the night, considering the fact I was without a ceiling now. It would take a while but I could make it to independency. The shabby windows didn’t have light, except for one. My hand knocked three times. “If it weren’t for the danger I am sensing, I wouldn’t come out,” Mimi’s silhouette appeared. “Behind this door is someone cursed… She is eating her family, still feeding on their flesh,” she checked inside then came out.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

As she takes me over to where there is an array of dusting tools lying out on a table, she doesn’t pause long enough to let me actually respond to anything she has to say, which is fine, because I still haven’t recovered from my encounter with Sebastian and am not sure I would be able to make any sort of coherent sentences now anyway, other than the routine responses I have already managed. “Okay, so this is the library!” She lets go of me so that she can circle, arms outstretched. “It takes forever to clean, as you can imagine!” I take in the room. It is massive, with more shelves of books lining the walls than I care to count. There are endless sitting areas with couches and tables and lam

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

Mia said, in the tone she used when she was agreeing with something she didn't believe. Ava spent lunch in the library running through the presentation structure one final time. It held up. She was cautiously satisfied. At twelve thirty she stood at the bathroom sink with cold water running over her wrists, the trick she had used before competitions since she was twelve, and looked at herself in the mirror with the honest attention she brought to things that mattered.

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.

How could I forget the man who gave me a new life and a home? “Kaira?” He smiled coldly opening the door. It was a motel at the end of the city. “Mira. Felix cut the crab”. I took a seat. He raised a brow and looked at me with surprise. “You didn’t lose your memory? What’s going on here?” He sat down waiting for an explanation. “Let’s say, I remember you. What are you doing in Free city?” I asked him. Felix looked at me and nodded sideways. “Mira, you know what I am doing here. I am here for you. I told you I don’t want to wait”. In his eyes, I saw need and desperation.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.