Mimic Chapter Novels & Stories

" It's past ten in the night, and the whole clan is having a party for the successful mission we have been playing for a week. You're the badass Mafia boss who puts herself in danger first and is known for her beauty, cunning, and ruthlessness. Plus your clan members respect you. Don't spend the night working after all that went down tonight—come on bitch, feel alive, and let the party start. You should at least show your face a have a drink if you're not gonna stay long.” " You're the second in command, so your being there is enough, right,” I replied, feeling lazy to get up. Upon saying that, Mimi's eyes immediately turned cold and empty, stripped of all emotions, her face plastered with a

“It’s a stalling tactic. A show of power.” Mimi stepped forward, her eyes already scanning the lines. “It’s more than that. It’s the first test.” Her fingers hovered over the keys. She didn’t hesitate. Her typing was swift, assured. She deleted three characters, inserted two others, and hit enter. The scrolling code froze. The red highlight turned green. The metal door emitted a deep clunk and slid open. William looked at her, a surge of awe cutting through the dread. “How did you know?”

He approached Mimie and leaned her head on his lower abdomen then began rubbing her back in a circular motion. "Oh, Mims, it's certainly not rocket science. I want to believe you're not gone for up to a month. The earlier the better and the easier. You just need to set an appointment with a doctor and you're good to go with your life and chasing big dreams like any other teen your age by the next day, alright?" He hypnotized. Mimie affirmed with a skeptical nod having it at the back of her naïve little mind that there existed a probability of not living to see that next day. She fretted over that.

I snapped my gaze at him as I tried to decipher his words. “You mean they weren’t who they claimed to be? But wouldn’t someone have recognized them?” Both Finn and Ivan were quiet. “We weren’t looking for it. Someone could have come in and pretended. None of us asked the hard questions or really talked enough to make them give themselves away.” Finn clicked his tongue angrily. “It could have been a fucking mimic.” A mimic was a creature that little was known about. They were closely related to ghosts but their nature was associated with demons, yet their magic was similar to a fairy. They had the uncanny ability to ‘mimic’ any appearance of any creature. This included copying their voice and

"Whoa whoa man .I am not your LOVE and i don't even know WHO YOU are rather than THE MUMMY TITTLE. So please let me go and i promise I will make it a blind eye.please?" The Mummy looks at her closely and raise his arm while putting his index finger on her forehead. It was like he was processing her mind . When he came closer ,she become frozen with fear and coldness raise upon her body. She closed her eyes like waiting for her death . The mummy then let his finger down and walks towards his tomb .She opens her eyes and gets surprised that she was still alive. ' I am alive.' She murmured in happiness. She touched her body to reassure , she was still alive.

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.

“Sure. Why not?” Mim looks disappointed but then does a full body shake, starting with her head and her outstretched arms until she’s running in place for a few steps, like she’s literally trying to shake something off of her body. I hide my mouth with my free hand, still grasping my orange with the other hand. “All right. Your turn,” she says.

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.

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 hated to say that I was scared to leave her all alone. “I am fine Harry. I promise to call if I need anything. Thank you for getting me a job”. She smiled weakly. I was at a loss for words. All I did was nod and walk out. Mira’s POV. My shift began and I had already read the eighty six pages of instructions. For a reason, I knew I would get used to them gradually. My first duty was to send a broadcast mail to all the staff informing them of a meeting at 12pm in the conference room.