The Mimic Game Novels & Stories

--- Into the Mirror With Principal Katie’s approval—and the school watching in silence—Anna, Logan, Mia, Ryan, Damon, and Naomi stepped toward the mirror. As they reached out, the surface rippled like water. Anna took a deep breath, then stepped forward. One by one, they followed. As the last of them entered, the mirror sealed shut. The Reflection Game had begun again. And this time, the price of failure was higher than ever. ---

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—a sound that wasn't human at all. It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face spl

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

“Dad said I would like you, but I already couldn't stand you the moment we met. Isn't that ironic?” “Mutual feelings, then. I guess it's better if we stay out of each other's way.” That was the deal. Kiera Hartley is the newly adopted daughter of the wealthy Cole family—a girl who learned long ago to bury her emotions and has completely lost the ability to cry. Liam Cole is the family's biological son—cynical, arrogant, and harboring a deep-seated hatred for women. They were supposed to be strangers living under the same roof. But everything changes when Liam makes a cruel bet with his friends: make the unshakeable new girl cry. To win, Liam must break through Kiera's wa

His eyes were red from crying. The makeup table was a complete mess. The only thing missing was the silver cuff links my father had left me. I looked at the makeup artist. "Are there security cameras here?" She lowered her head. "The cameras stopped working this afternoon." What a coincidence. I looked at Connor. "Please give my things back." Connor immediately burst into tears. "George, I really didn't take your things." "Then let's call the police." The moment he heard the word police, Connor's face turned white. He suddenly ran toward the wall and tried to slam his head into it.

It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear. “Hello, your romance system has arrived.” My romance system was finally online. But the very next second, it continued: “Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game. This is a horror game. Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.” My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled. What? I was in the wrong game?

" What game ? I am not into your shitty games, Phet." " It's not shitty. I and Dae play this often to decide who will pay the bill. Anyway we are simply sitting here, right ? Let's play this until our order comes." " Oh..this kid ! Okay what game ?", Oak asked. " Blink game. Blink the eye game. We should stare into each other's eyes. The one who first blinks their eyes loses." " No no. I am not playing.", Oak immediately shook his head. " Why are you like this ?", Phet pouted looking at Oak and then crossed his arms.

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

“I think I should drive…” “Arghh!…I’m okay Beverly!”, she took a deep breathe, "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points" "I don't really get what you mean..." "Like I mentioned, the game is a man hunt sort of thing....Whatever body part appears after you 'start game' is what you'll have to find and scan into the game!" Her words sounded like a joke me, couldn't help but chuckle.

I don’t know that I’ll ever see my parents again. After a while, Mim sits up abruptly, a twinkle in her eye. “Wanna play a game?” she asks. I am a little suspicious. “Oookay,” I say, staring at her from the corner of one eye. “It’ll be fun,” she says, but I’m not sure I can trust her. She laughs, I laugh, and then she leaps up to go get whatever it is we need to play the game, and I sit cross legged on the bed, forgetting about my tears and ready to be silly with my new best friend.