The Mimic Game Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes briefly. 'You are playing a game, and games have rules' she reminded herself. She would not let how dangerously good Dominic Rourke looked make her forget that. 'He is just a tool in this game.' She told herself as she left the mall.

He doesn’t smile this time, and the solemn look on his face makes my stomach twist. The Herald materializes in a shiver of light and shadow, stepping forward like smoke made flesh. Its voice rolls through the room, smooth and cruel. “Welcome, players, to the second trial. The Mirror Game.” A murmur ripples through the group, soft and uncertain. The Herald waits until silence returns.

One security guard lay unconscious on the floor next to them; the other faced down the barrel of a gun with his hands in the air. "Everybody get on the fucking ground!" One of the men waved his gun while his accomplice smashed the glass of the nearest display. "Get down!" Luca and the other two employees complied, their faces bleached of color. "Vivian," Luca hissed. "Get down." I wanted to. Every instinct screamed at me to crawl into a corner and curl up until the danger was over, but my muscles refused to obey my brain's commands. "I'd lived in New York for years, but I'd never experienced a mugging or assault. Sometimes, l'd watch the news and wonder how I'd react if I were caught in such

I grabbed the spare toothbrush she always had in her cabinet. “Wait…” She stared at me through the mirror. “He cooked for you?” I nodded slowly, afraid that I'd burst into tears again. “It was the best rice and stew I ever tasted.” Then I added on a second thought. “Besides grandma’s own that is.” “The James Mckenna I know cooked for you,” she looked at me in surprise. “Girl, I think you need to give me your game card.” I pressed down on the tooth paste a little too hard. “Does it matter? He’s manipulative and a liar.”

“You are not alone, I’m still here. Do you think you know all the truth after your long fever that time? No, but I know it all. I want you to remember all, how you first let both of us take this body. Please, let me again.” What is that? Who is that man trying to trick me again? I am not tricking you, listen, I am here to help you understand all. Tell me, do you want to know everything and what the unusual feeling inside you? I will explain all of that, just let’s make a deal. Let me control this body too, let’s be one.”

She countered. " Really?" I chuckled "Well my best friend is a cheerleader." " Cheerleading isn't dancing." " Is there any difference? " I stood up and walked to the mirror. Besides, I think I have a few dance moves." I said. " You sure?" Mira asked. I smiled. " I am" I replied. " Okay then." " Hit it." She began playing the music, and I recognized it. It was Woman like me by little mix. Ariana loved this song like crazy. I began to use a few of her steps. Mira watched in awe.

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.

I pretend. "Yes, just a…business call," he tries to collect his cool. I nod, faking a look of sympathy before opening my phone to a recently released article highlighting his…loss. "Oh my," I gasp. "Is this about you?" I show him the article. As he reads, his gaze darkens, he mutters a quick apology before handing me back my phone and making a swift exit. I let out a suppressed snicker. This tops other satisfying moments in my life, now, it's Serena's turn.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.