The Mimic Jealousy Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

'From murderer to stalker, isn't it an inverted process? ' Shouldn't be stalking first before killing? ' _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- EIGHT ~

Her tone was light, mockingly bright, as if the whole morning had been a delightful little joke crafted for her benefit. The look in her eyes, though—it wasn’t mirth. It was something else. Displeasure, rooted in something raw and human: jealousy. She stepped even closer, peering at the plate now in a way that almost felt clinical. “Chocolate?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know. Her fingers didn’t reach for one. Instead, she let her gaze rise back to Jeanne’s, smile returning, softer this time but no less oppressive. “So... where’s my man?”

This demon knows what drives me, but he is also what drives me mad, and it seem like he wants to play a little game; well, by all means, let us do. I see as he patiently waits for me to remove my shirt as well. Now unlike the beast that he has just turned into, I slowly, just to annoy the man even further, I take my time in popping each of my shirt buttons open with but a few flicks of my fingers. I fold it up neatly and place it on the chair; then, I take my stance. But before a single move is being made, I hear Mirabelle shouting in the far corner of the room.

“Sure. Why not?” Mim looks disappointed but then does a full body shake, starting with her head and her outstretched arms until she’s running in place for a few steps, like she’s literally trying to shake something off of her body. I hide my mouth with my free hand, still grasping my orange with the other hand. “All right. Your turn,” she says.

"Have been waiting for you?" a voice said making my mind fly out to a far distance " Simon.." I said turning my face around to realize it was my evil comrade " What took you so long to reach here" Simon said dragging on my hands in a squeezing manner which hurt me badly "You're squeezing my hands tightly," I said releasing my hands from that of his " Don't make a funny scene here dear mate" he whispered gently licking my ears " Where are you taking me too" I yelled out in pain as my voice cracked

I tried to lighten the mood by cracking a joke, and it worked. We parted ways after humiliating and insulting one another. I arrived home at midnight. I immediately go to my room, which was locked when I left but is now unlocked. When I opened the door, I saw a peacefully dozing angelic face on my bed. She's already asleep, I was considering sleeping in a different room but now that she's sound asleep in my bed I don't think that's possible.

She asked herself. The night came down on her heavily, she was dying to sleep it had already passed her bed time. She was an organized freak. Never had twelve P.M caught her up on a work night. She glanced up to the door and met his eyes, glaring into her soul. What was with that look? She'd seen that very same look before, on the first night they'd met, that look was buried deep in her memory. She could recognize it anywhere. She wanted to know if that was the look she'd receive everyday if she agreed to stay by his side. She lowered her head feeling intimidated by his murderous eyes. “Seems like Miss Jones have had enough," Mr. Miguel said looking over to her, "It was lovely seeing you aga

What would he even look like? More footsteps… Ezra quickly vanished, and Narcia wiped the tears from her eyes, and tried her best to look menacing once again. “You’re here already? How eager of you Narcia…” Jett had arrived, “well you know what they say my love, the early bird catches the worm!” she laughed, she was doing very well at pretending to enjoy herself. “You will love me Mila, even if I have to force you to!” Demetri was hiding behind his father like the coward he was raised to be. Narcia looked at me, a venomous look masking the conflict inside her mind about what she was about to do. “You will learn to obey Mila, even if it means doing things the hard way!” Jett was serious with

I was anticipating what they were about to do even despite my attempt to escape. I shook my head, "I wasn't." The both of them chuckled. "Don't lie, we know you do," Zen said. "So we'll show you how we are when we're fucking jealous," Mirco said, his voice shifting into a dangerously low voice that sends goosebumps all over my body.

It was as if the nerve in her brain would burst with annoyance. "Okay, you said! But why isn't that what I see in your eyes. You look like so much jealous, huh! " It laughed out loud. She blushed even more at what he had done to tease her. She is a nasty tax on the man. She even managed to make him look like. He was teasing the women who were calling him. "You're just imagining it. I'll never like you. Even if you got my body, even if you disgusted it! But my heart won't be yours? " I said nothing inwardly.