The Mimic Game Novels & Stories

Grayson puts on his blind fold, and Iris says, “Remember to hide.” “From what?” He asks even though he guesses that they will not tell him what he should hide from. “If we tell you now, what is the essence of the game?” Mirabel asks with a sinister grin. “Your grin scares me,” he mumbles. “It probably should.” Iris, Kimora and Malisha nod in agreement. “Now put on your blindfold if you wanna play, or you can leave my home,” Mirabel says. “Mind you, even if you do not want to play, you will

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

she said, and ended up with the phone conversations, “What Is her problem, and what does she need from you?“ Mimi asked, “eh, ssh, whenever am on call with anybody, don't interfere, play your game as you have been playing it,” Zack says, “you believe that am playing a game with you” Nimi inquired, “am very disappointed in you,” Mimi says, “In a situation like this, every woman Is a game player, but don't play your last card yet because I might still need more kids from you,” Zack says,

Mike stood up, stealing everyone's attention, especially with his theatrical gestures. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" Mike's voice were loud enough to be heard across the garden. "Our first game of the night is charades, and I've prepared some really interesting ones. Of course, when I say interesting—" he wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully, making me smile a little."—I mean, potentially embarrassing for everyone involved." The first round started with Alicia attempting to act out "mermaid having a bad hair day." Her exaggerated swimming motions and frustrated hair-flipping had everyone laughing out loud. Even Dr. Advani, who I know as composed, was failing to hide his amusement behind his

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

She turned around and looked at me. "You think the outcome is the same either way?" "The voting rights transfer or they do not. Those are the only two options. I sat down and she walked over to me and stood between my legs and looked down at me with an expression that was half anger and half something else. She reached up and started unbuttoning her dress and I watched her and tried to figure out what game she was playing because this was definitely a game. She finished unbuttoning the dress and let it fall to the floor and she stood there in just her undergarments and I could see her hands shaking slightly which meant she was not as confident as she was pretending to be.

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.

“Well, well. That didn’t take long. I was almost hoping you’d fail.” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Disappointed?” “That depends. What did you come up with?” I sauntered toward him, stopping just a few feet away. “You like games, don’t you, Your Highness?” His smirk deepened. “You’re catching on.” I held up the scarf. “Then let’s play one.” Cassius arched a brow. “Intriguing. What’s the game?” I let the scarf slip through my fingers, watching his gaze track its movement. “It’s simple. You let me blindfold you, and I’ll… entertain you.”

I screamed within. The lips, the nose were off. Too round. She was younger. And the eyes, when they fluttered briefly, weren’t Marie’s. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered. “It’s not her.” Bull’s face dropped. “What?” “It's not Marie. It's a decoy. A damn decoy.” We stood there, stunned for a beat. “I’ve been played again,” I spat. My fists clenched, fury rising in my throat like bile. “She set us up. She knew we’d come.”

She zoomed in on the figure’s silhouette. Jaxon’s gaze sharpened as he leaned closer. “Is that…?” “James,” Mimi breathed, her heart skipping a beat. “It looks like him, but—" “No. It can’t be,” Jaxon cut in quickly, shaking his head. “He’s in prison. This is something else. Someone trying to play games.” But Mimi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something felt off, and she knew it wasn’t just paranoia. She had seen that movement before, and it was too close, too calculated.