Mimic Mga Nobela at Kwento

He is our other half, and we are his,' the voice explains. This makes no sense! How is this even possible? I'm human and I'm hearing voices in my head—Oh God! I'm schitzo, aren't I? That has to be it, I think, finally coming to a stop at a stream running through the thick forest floor. The image of a white wolf reflects back at me, where my reflection should be. This can't be real, I think, completely in denial of what is right in front of me. 'It is very real, Amaris. You, we, are a wolf.'

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

The male giant reduced to normal human height and I cloud see his face well now. But I still moved backward as he got close to me, he smiled at me as I heard him say. "Don't be scared of me I won't hurt you". I just stared at him without uttering a word ." I'm Prince Liam Elvis, Prince Derek first brother" he introduced himself to me. Prince? I knew it, I could see some resemblance between them. I noticed that he , princess Astrid and Master Derek shares the same blue eyes. "I'm Aria.... Aria Monroe" I said.

He found the light switch on the wall and turned the lights back up. I squinted at the light. "Better," he said, walking into the bathroom. I quickly sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. Adam chuckled at this. "I know what a naked woman looks like." My eyebrows furrowed. "That so?" Adam walked over the vanity and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. "I'm nearly two-hundred years old, Evie. Would you not be concerned if I didn't?" I shrugged. It made sense, but there was a pit that formed in my

She was writing something, her hand moving across paper in steady, mechanical strokes. "Mimic," Marcus whispered. They were Class D threats that copied human behavior. Dangerous because they looked normal until you got close enough for them to strike. This one had probably been here for years, sitting at that desk and waiting for someone stupid enough to approach. I'd killed Mimics before. The trick was speed. Get close, strike fast, don't let them react. I moved toward the desk. The woman kept writing. Three steps away. Two. One. I drove my blade through the back of her chair. The Mimic screamed—

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Mimi waved her hand. "Silly, did you think I actually have appendicitis? I’m just lying to him." The assistant was shocked. "Huh? Mimi, so you’re fine! You were so good at acting earlier." Mimi hurriedly covered the assistant's mouth nervously. “Can you keep your voice down? Are you a fool? Do you want everyone on the crew to know that I'm faking an illness by speaking so loudly?" The assistant quickly realized what happened and lowered her voice. "So, Mimi, there’s nothing wrong with your body?"

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.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

Leah shouted, her voice a whip-crack of authority. The creature’s violet sockets pulsed. It wasn't just light; it was a rhythmic lure, designed to freeze the nervous system through the optic nerve. Daniel, ever the analyst, had already averted his gaze, focusing instead on the creature's center of gravity. Victor, however, was trembling, his hand hovering near a heavy branch on the forest floor, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to stare into the abyss. "It’s a mimic," Daniel hissed, his voice clinical despite the sweat beading on his forehead. "Bio-organic feedback. It’s using Alden’s voice because it’s the last authority we recognized. It’s not just h