The Mimic: Jealousy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I scoff, shaking my head, “You can’t fool me, Corvin. Your instinct is to kill. You’re a predator, and I’m your prey.” “Yeah,” he mutters. “Unless our roles are now reversed, making you the predator and me the prey.”

My entire body trembled. I opened my eyes, which I hadn't even realized were closed, and the moment my gaze met the prince's, he caught the scent. The male suddenly pulled away, looking around and searching for the source of Marius's scent, just as I was. And as suddenly as it had appeared, it disappeared. The male looked in my direction, his expression a mixture of emotions, and I recognized every single one of them. Disbelief, then anger, and finally, jealousy.

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 18 CHAPTER 18: FOR THE LAST TIME I look down at him, my breath hitching in my throat. I feel completely paralyzed, trapped by a sense of intimidation that I can’t quite shake. His raw power is doing things to me—things I’m not supposed to be feeling, let alone listening to. I let out a dry scoff and shake my head, trying to find my voice. "You are mistaken, okay?" I say, my voice trembling slightly. "If you really think I am just like any other woman who is going to bow down at your feet, then you’ve got to be dreaming."

I sigh at the thought before gesturing for him to get into the mirror. " Yes!" V4 jumps through the mirror as Hikaru slowly follows behind him. Alright! Let's do this! I thought as I followed after them. Once again, that same cold shiver runs down my spine as an ominous, unnatural feeling hits me again like a punch to the gut. A room that was once filled with fleeting cute giggles and smiles, moments that warm my heart is now replaced by fear and anxiety as the universe goes against my beloved from being here. There she sat under the covers of her sheets as she watched the setting sun, my Jessica now incomplete and struggling to find comfort in a world that now rejects her.

That is ridiculous, how can someone tell that once the Alpha marked his omega, they will live happily ever after? Money is all-important to them, love only exists in novels! His body started to sweat like crazy, and his feet and hands trembled. His breathing becomes heavier and his vision is now blurry. Little by little, he walks toward his room and immediately locks it. He rather dies than cling to some omega he does not know. His trembling hands reach for the telephone on the side of his bed, hoping that someone can provide him the suppress with it. “Hello, how can we help you, Mr. Wilgus?” The person in the other line asked, but no one answered. “Sir, are you still there, is there somethi

I collapsed against the couch, trembling, my limbs heavy and useless. He straightened, licking the crimson from his lips with a languid grace that made my stomach twist. His eyes gleamed, darker now, and fixed wholly on me. My mind reeled. I touched my neck with shaking fingers, feeling two small punctures, tender and wet. My heart stumbled in my chest. “You…” The word stuck in my throat. “What are you?” His smile was slow and knowing. “Exactly what you fear,” he said softly. I shook my head, but the world tilted, making it hard to think, to breathe. The heat between my legs throbbed with every frantic beat of my heart. Shame flooded me, mingling with an overwhelming, bewildering desire.

"Hang in there, Layla! Every extra minute you wait out here is another minute he'll spend feeling guilty and heartbroken over you. When he comes out and sees you sick because of him, that guilt will send his affection level straight into the stratosphere!" The System's voice continued to echo inside my head. Leaning against the freezing wall, I felt my body slowly slide downward against my will. Through my daze, I thought I saw Kendrick Miller—the male lead of the romance novel I'd transmigrated into—running toward me with a panicked look on his face. I deluded myself into thinking he would pull me into his arms, wrap his warm coat around me, and take me home. But none of that happened. … Th

His fingers trailed down from my cheek to my neck, thumb stroking my throat. [What the hell do you mean by that?] I thought, pressing hard against the tree and watching him. He leaned closer, breath fanning my lips. My eyes unconsciously snapped shut, lips parting. "See, your body already knows who it belongs to, even when your lies lie," he whispered against my lips, each word burning with undeniable jealousy. "She doesn't want you," Zale gritted, standing naked beside me and pushing at Reyn's shoulder. Reyn's hand fell to his side as he glared at Zale.

Jamal’s POV The world shook again. The heat from the pit rolled over me until sweat dripped down my neck. I tried to stand but the ground kept trembling under my feet. The mimic stared at the rising creature, then turned sharply toward me. “You feel that, do you not,” she whispered. I ignored her. “Melissa. Stay out. Please stay out.” The pit roared again. A sound like fire snapping against stone. The mimic smiled. “She is stepping in.”

Then, quietly: > “Then it’ll have to decide which of us gets to keep the heart.” --- End of Chapter 2 – The Mirror That Listens Next: Arc II, Chapter 3 – “Echo Logic.” The curse begins to mimic their voices and emotions — sometimes perfectly, sometimes too perfectly — until they can’t tell what’s real. Meanwhile, Mira starts experiencing flashes of another life… the life of the body she possessed.