Mimic Stories Novels & Stories

"How b-bad is being pregnant?" His warmth promptly deserted hers as he vacated her side and rested a palm on the wall, his head hung low, where a bizarre laughter erupted. "You're kidding me, right? Tell me this is just some sick joke, Mimie. I want to believe you crack jokes once in your lifetime." Mimie recoiled. "I wish it-it were." Adam studied Mimie. "How's that possible?" "You never u-used condoms, that's h-how that's possible." Plus, he'd told her he knew what he was doing and it wasn't his first time.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

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.

Aria Mim is hilarious. Even though we are just polishing the wood furniture in the library, she finds a way to make me laugh. No matter what we are doing, with Mim beside me, it’s fun. I can’t imagine how I would’ve survived this experience without her. She makes what would otherwise be an impossible job a great experience.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

Victor added with a creepy smile, "With your teeth," Oh God, Mimi went pale, her eyes widening to the size of the moon. This can't be happening. She tried to run, but it seemed like her feet were stuck to the ground and she couldn't make a move. Victor's creepy laughter increased and he announced, "Say Ahh," bringing his throbbing member to her mouth that opened on its accord without her willing it. "No, no, no!" Mimi shouted, shaking her head vigorously. She didn't want to do this. What was she? A cannibal? Of all things to eat, why his member?

Mimi screamed. TBC

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

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

It wasn’t surrender. It was supplication. These mimics weren’t like the predator in Jakarta. They hadn’t evolved past control. They were stalled, locked in some intermediate phase between command and autonomy. And they thought Riven was the bridge. Riven asked, “Who gave you your last order?” The female mimic replied: “We were told to become perfect.” “We failed.” “So we wait.” Riven frowned. “For what?” “The second choice.” Marra whispered, “This is a trap.” Solin nodded.