Mimic Book Novels & Stories

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge. It was a color black leather type forlder with some plastic pocket inside, where he entered pieces of paper with printed information, some aren't that detailed, but most of iut even have a picture of the woman, either naked or half. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through the paper then he chants 'Mirror-mirror on the wall, who's the finest of them all?' as soon as his chant finish, the movement of his fingers stops. He opens his eyes to check on the name.

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.

He knocked. “Come in,” Stefan’s voice called from inside. Siron opened the door. Stefan’s room was simple, cluttered with books and scrolls. Stefan stood by the desk, holding an old leather book. “Here it is,” Stefan said, opening a page. “Look, here is the diagram of The Mimic.” Siron stepped closer. But when he looked at the page, it was blank. There was no writing. “I don’t see anything,” Siron said, on high alert.