The Mimic Novels & Stories

A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge. It was a color black leather type forlder with some plastic pocket inside, where he entered pieces of paper with printed information, some aren't that detailed, but most of iut even have a picture of the woman, either naked or half. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through the paper then he chants 'Mirror-mirror on the wall, who's the finest of them all?' as soon as his chant finish, the movement of his fingers stops. He opens his eyes to check on the name.

he complimented, "but you forget one thing." "What?" I asked nervously. "I'm quite a lot bigger than you." Using his abnormally long legs, he drove an entire tsunami over me, which pulled me under the surface. It surprised me so much that I forgot to take a breath before I was submerged, but I soon resurfaced gasping for air. He was smiling at me, tilting his head to one side.

An old baritone voice command me, yes its command! I turned to the man who spoke and my eyes almost popped out when I saw what it looked like, it was like I was in the future where I saw the old version of Knight! From the baritone voice, to the perfect tip of its nose and jaw line they are like a fruit that has been cut. "H-hello good day, Sir," I clear my throat as I stutter. I don’t know but since meeting Knight I’ve started to stutter! “How are you?” I ask out of nowhere.

“Well, well. Look at you two. Almost believable.” I shoot him a glare. “Glad my humiliation amuses you.” “It does,” Marcus says cheerfully. Then, lowering his voice, “But seriously—smile more. The sharks are circling.” I adjust the gown for the fifth time, muttering under my breath. Do they notice the awkward tilt of my shoulders? The way my hair won’t cooperate? Everyone here probably grew up knowing how to glide like this… and I’m barely keeping my balance. I swallow hard, reminding myself: Fake it till you make it.

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Nodding, I made an effort to avoid twisting or snapping his arm, as I had been taught in self-defense training. He chuckled as he added, "Repeat after me, Ethan you’re so hot no other man will do please, please help me you hot piece of man meat." As I do this, I can just imagine the magazines all over the world mock me. Sophia McAdams' sad attempt to cover up her sad life. Stacy will continue to tease you till the day you pass away from the embarrassment, with articles peeping into your personal life. I needed a push to get through this, and they were the thoughts that gave me that.

A server came up to him and gave him the menu. “Thank you. I will order later when my partner comes,” said Simon. “No problem, sir,” said the waiter, leaving him. “Sir, Simon?” Simon turned to whoever called him. A lady stands before Simon. She had a lovely smile when she saw him. Simon looked toward the woman. “Do I know you?” “This is Monica, Sir Simon.” Monica introduced herself. Luna just walked out of the bathroom. She and Ella have the same body. All the clothes Simon gave her to fit her. Simon is talking to a woman. She thinks she’s managing the restaurant. When she approached the table with Simon, the two looked at her.