The Mimic: Jealousy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“He took one slow step forward. She ran. The elevators were at the end of the hall. She slammed her hand against the button over and over, her breath coming in short gasps. “Come on, come on.” The doors opened. Lucien was inside. Mireya screamed. He stood with his back to her, hands in his pockets. Then he turned, slow and deliberate, locking eyes with her. “So,” he said quietly, hands still behind him, voice echoing faintly inside the elevator, “why can’t I touch you?” She moved backwards, almost stumbling. “I don’t know,” she choked out. “I swear, I don’t know.” “You’re lying.” “I’m not.”

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.

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.

I yowl as quietly as I can from my still hidden place in the shrubbery. “You’d never do that to my future husband,” the little imp dares to taunt back. Chapter 1:3 Stalkers and Retarded Penguins

Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf. The character I loved the most in the story was the villainess. And now that I have come to realize everything, I am that villainess. I was set on the path of death from the very beginning. However, since I am now in this body, Heather Jade Aczen, I won’t let anything, or anyone, lead me to death – not even Jean.

Chapter 16 Amelie POV "You said you wanted to kill me, right?" He scoffed and smirked at me as he stood up to his feet, and I took a step back as waves of fear surged through me. My heart stopped working for seconds as many thoughts flooded my mind. Was he going to kill me here? I asked myself.

I have a polite and fine request, please before judging actions of Noah or my way of proceeding the chapters, do see how Julia implanted self doubt in Noah’s mind. I hope you like the chapter and holding tightly for getting everything sorted. Thank you, Your author,, ~Galen_Yana...♡

“So have it in mind that I will never see you as my Mate and you shouldn't see me as yours as well.” Tears welled up in her eyes as my words sunk in, I was a bit moved to console her, to kiss the tears away and to give her a warm hug. But I fought against those desires, because I knew that they were not from a genuine place. It was just the Moon Goddess's manipulation. Sniffing back tears, she bit her lips tightly to calm herself down. “Am I being rejected right now?” She asked, not looking exactly surprised. The words got stuck in my mouth, I had no idea what to say to her. I only stared at her.

I tried to mimic his ease, though my nerves hummed like live wires. Over wine, I whispered, “They’re staring.” “Good,” he said simply. “Let them.” It was ridiculous—sitting across from him, pretending this was a date, while my heart thudded like it believed it. Every whisper around us seemed louder than the soft piano notes drifting from the corner. I adjusted my posture constantly, hyper-aware of every blink, every shift of my gown beneath the chandeliers. The urge to shrink into the chair was almost overwhelming. Halfway through the meal, my phone buzzed. Maya, of course: Smile like you love him. I’m watching on livestream.

“That monster’s gonna rip me apart.” He scoffed, annoyed, but grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Prep your slutty hole. Don’t keep me waiting.” I fumbled with the bottle, hands shaking as I poured lube onto my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching myself, biting back a moan. Fuck, this was humiliating, and his piercing stare made it worse. “Too fucking slow,” Milo growled, yanking me into his lap. He pinned my wrists behind my back, his free hand shoving three fingers into my hole without warning. I gasped, toes curling, tears stinging as he pumped them deep, curling just right.