Mimic Stories Novels & Stories

The three mimics on the floor below lit up in Jack's perception like counterfeit bills under ultraviolet light, their false signatures suddenly, obviously wrong. Jack folded space. He materialized in the corridor of the forty-seventh floor face-to-face with a perfect copy of himself. Same dark-gold eyes. Same gauntlets. Same predatory stance. The mimic smiled with Jack's smile. "Hello, Father-blood." Jack didn't hesitate. He drove the compass directly into the mimic's chest. The device's reality-frequency resonance clashed with the construct's void-language foundation. The mimic shrieked, its form destabilizing, Jack's face melting into grey static.

“Not until it finishes the replacement sequence.” The mimic crouched on the wall like an animal ready to strike. Its voice came next. Perfect. Soft. And my voice. “Maya,” it whispered. My blood ran cold. Liam cursed loudly. “It copied her already” Xves shook his head. “Not fully. That’s only the first layer.” I didn’t understand. My voice shook. “How many layers are there” He finally looked at me. “Seven.” The mimic dropped from the wall without warning and landed on its feet like a shadow hitting water.

All eyes were on her now, on the poor, pitiful Mimi. The scene triggered a memory so vivid it hurt. It wasn’t the first time she'd played the victim. I remembered all too well the night Haven was sick, and I had nothing left. Nothing but desperation. The Remingtons had hosted an elaborate party to celebrate Devon’s engagement to Mimi. Swallowing my pride, I’d gone to beg for financial help. And what had Mimi done? She’d twisted the story, making claims I had shown up to ruin her engagement and that I was just lying about Haven for attention.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

She knew exactly where Mason was sitting anyway. After the rally, in the corridor outside the gym, three separate people stopped her to ask about the exchange, and she gave each of them a version of the same flat non-answer, and by the time she reached her locker the story had already acquired the specific embellished quality of something that had been told four times in forty minutes, growing sharper teeth with each retelling. Mia caught up with her at the locker, practically vibrating with information. "You need to see something," Mia said. "Not now."

"Unlike you, our father taught us, I took everything I could learn from them. Mimi said. Also, to punch him, hitting him, kicking his ribs, throwing him out the door. - Only come back when I allow you, go hunt your mouse. He said, with a laugh. Like the stray dog that he was, coming out of there, in the form of a dog, with his tail between his legs, next to Lupus, who whimpered, howling sadly at the moon. The news was running around, that traitorous rat, was seen by a lot, if it wasn't for Mimi, who knew that her brother was a stowaway with the ability of animal magic, yes, they thought he was a murderer.

“They knew we’d be here...” I bared my teeth and cursed. Kal looked back to the Bloodhounds, the two dozen Mimics disappearing down their throat one by one until only the stain of blood was left in the snow. Even their guts and torn limbs were relished by these mysterious dark beasts.

Story 3: Dare me twice When Mimi’s friends dare her to sleep with the first stranger she meets at the club, she laughs it off… until she literally bumps into him Ethan. Charming, mysterious, and just a little too confident, he’s everything she should stay away from. What begins as a wild, one-night dare quickly spirals into something more. Between teasing breakfasts, stolen glances, and the kind of chemistry that refuses to fade, Mimi starts to wonder if a reckless game might have led her to something real.