The Mimic: Jealousy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

HistoryInefficient data storage that prevents optimization. The Mimics had rewritten the Syntax of her Soul. $$\Psi_{Meilin} = \text{Overwrite}(\text{Identity}, \text{Mimic\_Logic})$$ The Arrival of the "Protagonist" Outside the Spire, the "Red Carpet" simulation shattered as Leo breached the upper floor. He didn't use the stairs; he used the momentum of his fall, guided by the "Archive" in his head, to smash through the reinforced glass.

Seeing Titan’s name on my screen was only getting me worked up. I picked up the call and stopped when his Russian accent came next. “Tell me… how serious were you about killing anyone who touches her?” My fingers squeezed the phone and I let out a breath. “Dead serious. Show me.” “Are you sure you want to see this?” He asked and anger suddenly ripped through my veins. Three seconds later, there’s a picture. I clicked on it and for the first time in a long while, jealousy hit me. I zoomed in, ignoring her pretty face to observe the man who was trying to lead her out of a restaurant.

The moment he saw me, the fear in his eyes turned to jealousy. "You want me to come back, don't you? Then he should give back what's mine! He's had my place long enough. I don't want anything else. I want the company." At those words, I let out a chuckle. "I've been running the company for ten years. Are you sure you can handle that?" Kenneth caught the disdain in my tone, and his face flushed with anger. "So what if I don't know how? I can learn. If I had grown up here, I wouldn't be any worse than you!" he snapped.

“If I had Mimi, I would be able to help her. Such a shame! Really! Such a shame! She is quite useful in things like this.” I turned back walking through shabby houses where poor people lived. I bet I would find someone who might give me shelter for the night, considering the fact I was without a ceiling now. It would take a while but I could make it to independency. The shabby windows didn’t have light, except for one. My hand knocked three times. “If it weren’t for the danger I am sensing, I wouldn’t come out,” Mimi’s silhouette appeared. “Behind this door is someone cursed… She is eating her family, still feeding on their flesh,” she checked inside then came out.

King, small and dazed, like she didn’t even realize what was happening. Of all people. Mirabel. Tina clenched her fists under the blanket. For a moment, jealousy threatened to overwhelm her. Raw. Ugly. Burning. Then she forced herself to breathe. Think. She turned onto her side, staring into the darkness. It was nothing. Just luck. Just a foolish fan moment. Men like Derick Lingard didn’t fall for girls like Mira. They didn’t remember them. They didn’t look twice. Mira had only crossed his path by accident.

Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his.

Cole did the talking. “We found the owner of the pouch we gave you. It belongs to one of your co-workers, Mira.” He said. “Co-workers?” A maid scoffed. “Guard Cole,” another sneered, “calling the head cook Mira’s colleague is disrespectful, an insult, when Mira's just a maid.” “A mute,” someone added. The others chuckled, mockingly. “Shut your mouth.” Cole snapped. “She's the Alpha's m…” He tried to defend me. I shook my head quickly, cutting him off before he could finish.

“Soon, she will be. If you don’t do something.” He was the Lycan Heir of the Pacific Sea. Was there a need for him to suck up to these wolves? Had he no pride, no honor, no self-respect? “You’re only jealous because they’re giving you the cold shoulder.” Jalal, continued derailing me with barely concealed annoyance. “I’m not jealous!” “Denial doesn’t change the truth, Einas. It only makes you take that much longer to acknowledge it. It’s still not too late. Take back the rejection. Otherwise…” I shut him out without hearing him finish the rest of his threat.

“She’s just a maid. I noticed I couldn’t really kill you because of Sinclair so I resorted to being close to you so I would be your friend. I used that idea to get close to you and make you see me as a friend. I earned your trust so you would leave your children with me so that I could enact my revenge on you. “Revenge for stealing my man and here we are, still about to end this charade. Either way, I am glad that everything has happened this way because I’ll show you who truly holds the cards.” “All of this so you could steal children you could never make,” I scoffed. “You really are pathetic.” “If I kill them, maybe you’ll stop with the insults.”

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.