The Mimic Jealousy Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

“She’ll unravel.” Maximus’s hand caught mine. “Then you’ll stop them.” I looked at him. And this time, I was the one afraid. “Not if stopping them unravels me too.” When I found the mimic again that night, she was staring at the sky. “They’ll pick one of us,” she said. “But it’ll never be both.” I nodded. Then sat beside her. “I’m tired of choosing.” “You don’t get to be tired.” “Neither do you.”

My mother, Aileen Stuart, leaves me a bronze mirror upon her death. One day, I suddenly hear its thoughts. It says exasperatedly, "My naive child, Zara hid her brooch and blamed you for stealing it. And your stepmother? Her tricks are so banal. She rubbed pollen on your clothes, hoping you'd have an allergic reaction and become disfigured. They really are the perfect pair in household scheming. "Dead mother, philandering father, vicious stepmother, wicked idiot of a sister… What an unfortunate deck of cards you have been dealt with." With the mirror's guidance, I manage to carve out a place for myself in this household. One midnight, it wakes me from my sleep. "Jemima, your chance to

The people on the street below began to glow with silver hair and green eyes. ​"The 150th Chapter," Nora whispered, pulling Leo into her arms as the Pierre Hotel began to float away into the infinite sky, "is not the end of the story. It's the beginning of the Simulation of the World." ​In London, the "Real" Julian Vane stared at his monitor as his entire empire turned into a digital storybook. He reached for the "Kill-Switch," but his hand turned into a flurry of rose petals before he could touch it.

--- **KELLY'S POV** The thing in the cage wore my face. It climbed from the fen's muck, a mimic of flesh and rot, its voice a distorted echo. *"Mother of Starlight. Sister of Shadows. You owe me a debt."* Nyxara's presence surged, venomous. *"Lies. Kill it."* But the goddess recognized the creature. *"The First Vessel. The one who bound the moon's curse."* The mimic grinned, moss dripping from its teeth. *"And now I'm free. Thanks to your pretty Anchor."*

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

I steadied myself, palms flat on the cold, concrete floor. "I didn't hear you," Mimi mocked, her voice dripping with malice. "We didn't hear you. You are what?" A wave of nausea washed over me, but I managed to mutter, "I'm sorry." Mimi's response was swift and brutal. She ground her heel into my fingers, crushing them beneath her weight. I winced, pain shooting through my hand. "Good," she hissed, releasing her grip. "Know your place, you slut." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me seething.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

My behaviors were driven exclusively by jealousy. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Jealous? Of what?" I asked, my voice still angry. Jemima hesitated before answering. She admitted to me that your love together was something she could not accept as her voice started to crack. The profound love I witnessed between you two was something I had never experienced before and thus didn't want you to feel it. I looked at her face to detect any real signs of remorse. I remained doubtful whether her apology was sincere or just a ploy to capture my interest. I couldn't be sure what she intended to do but I could trust she wouldn't manipulate me again.

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.

My chest would tighten, my lips would part, and I’d wave back, pretending I hadn’t been caught staring. And maybe—just maybe he would step out onto his own balcony. Close the distance between us with words I can’t quite hear, but feel. Maybe he’d lean against his railing too, mirroring me, his body angled in a way that says I see you. I want to see you. My mug trembles in my hand. The fantasy feels so real it almost hurts when I blink and find myself still alone. I set the mug down carefully, afraid my shaking fingers will betray me. I grip the railing instead, the metal cool against my palms, grounding me as my thoughts spiral.