Charles's point of viewAll my sins against her can't be matched with any fucking holy water as the regret seeps in. The deep ardor she arouses in me will never diminish, for Baby has the power to keep making me commit all the sins you could ever name. Her sex still lingers. I should have taken her one last time, but her body can only take so much before she ends up getting thoroughly sick. I could go on all night branding her with my lips, but she was already running a fever from the nonstop pleasure I was giving her.I stared death in his face only to come back alive for her. There's nothing that can stop me from setting the world on fire just to keep her. Once I've rebuilt a new order of the system, I want this whole new world to know that she's mine right after this war.I air swipe a command to check on my son first and then on my wife again. The hologram screen appeared above all the other stuff I had on the war, and I watched her sleeping peacefully. She looked so tiny on our h

Baby's Point of ViewMaking the conscious decision to concentrate on this wonderful moment, This beautiful moment when I wake up next to Anthony, seeing his gorgeous sleeping face and inhaling his irresistible youth essence is one of my greatest memories and happiest moments.The smile on my face appeared on its own, and no matter how hard I tried, my emotions wouldn't allow me to stop it. I could spend the rest of my life at this minute.Anthony is becoming more and more like Charles with each passing day, and the longer I gaze at his developing features, the less I can see of myself. With the way, Anthony's small hand was tightly wrapped around my index finger, I couldn't help but gush over how strong and cute he is. I slowly rub his small leg with my other hand, feeling the cool soft fabric they put him in.I suddenly had the urge to check if they have embedded any chip in his tiny body. I slowly flipped him over and carefully removed all of his clothing before any of the attendant

Baby's Point of ViewAs the assassin's face made contact with the ground, the blood spread widely and pretty quickly touched my shoes. I couldn't keep my eyes away from the assassins. They had the exact same faces as Eric and one was executed in such a cold manner, leaving me with such an unsettling taste in my mouth.To see the actual Eric that I knew behind the two clone assassins, who were racing to save us made me feel as if everything was moving at a slow-motion pace. My whole demeanor was frozen, seeing Eric in her moment. She was really taking it easy on me when we were sparring. Her movement was nothing like how she was with me on the playing mat. It's so surreal to see real clones and even weirder that they're Eric's clones, who I have come to know as somehow a friend, but then I'm already part of a new world, and suddenly meeting Abby for the first time with my face was no longer such a big deal compared to actual cloning.My consciousness of the current scenario has been jo

Baby's Point of ViewThe familiar coolness of the sheet along with its scents came rushing to my senses. I tried to move, but nothing. My eyelids were very heavy to even open. I could feel the warmth of the air's breeze. My mind scrambles to remember where I have felt this before.I'm trying to remember what happened, but my memory fails me. What is happening? Where are we, Anthony? Where's Anthony? Who took him? Have I been put in a trance machine again? I opened my mouth, but my voice only uttered a tiny, raspy voice. I fought hard to move, and I fought hard to try to speak. After a few more tries, my body gave up, sending me into blackness once more.My eyes fluttered open very easily this time. The first thing I noticed was the familiar high ceiling. I held my hand up as if I was trying to reach out and suddenly land it on my forehead hard. A painful slap echoed in the room. Once the pain had settled, I opened my eyes to check if they had put me in the trance. I sighed because the

Baby's Point of ViewAnother untruth was on the verge of slipping out of my lips. Charles began the conversation with the knowledge that he would see right through my lies. His mind likes to play this game. I have tried to keep as near to the truth as possible without ruining his mood, but merely having my memory back hasn't helped me come up with the correct phrases to avoid setting off the lie detector chip. It is quite likely that my pulse will betray me, causing my thoughts to pull me in and keep me utterly silent.WordlessWhy didn't I just continue to be it? Why couldn't he just let me keep pretending? Is he really expecting me to fall head over heels in love with him simply because he was pleasant for a few short days? I could have avoided all of this if I could just have agreed to all of the things that would please him to hear, but this is no longer the case.He wanted the truth, and he forced me to spill out the ugly reality, putting our strange setup back to where we starte