Duplicity Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"In this world right here, you can only have one mate, not two, Sherneil. For this world to continue in peace, you have to reject him." She called it this world. Like there was another besides this. Like this was a world we both craved and there was another somewhere more real than this one. I looked down at my body, and it looked weird. Too perfect. I had no scars. Nothing. I reached through my mind, and there was Robyn. This can't be right. In the other world, I have scars but I don't have Robyn. In the other world, Maverick was my mate, and he may have rejected me, but I haven't accepted the rejection. In the other world, I had one true mate, and it wasn't the fae.

She was gentle and curious, always asking questions about the sea and the birds outside. “Of course, sweetheart,” I said, pouring her another glass. Her brother, Liam, sat next to her at the table, eating his cereal. He looked exactly like Mr.Grey. The same dark hair, the same sharp jawline even at five years old, and those piercing eyes that reminded me every single day of Alexander Grey. Liam had the same confident way of speaking and the same intense focus when he played with his toys. Every time I looked at him, I saw the man I had given myself to on that reckless night years ago, the man who never knew about the two beautiful children he had helped create.

The faint scent of chamomile still clinging to its inside. A shimmer formed in the air above my palm. And then,there it was. An exact copy. Steam curling from its rim. Real and solid. I touched it. It didn’t vanish.I laughed hard. It worked. The power was mine. I set the cup down beside the original. They were identical. No one would know which was which. Not even me. And that was the point, wasn’t it? Duplication wasn’t about replacing. It was about multiplying. About never having to choose between saving one person or another. Between staying or going. Between fighting and protecting.

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the din. The duplicate smiled, its eyes gleaming with excitement. "The upgrade is complete, Melissa. You're now a part of something much bigger than yourself." As it spoke, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins, and I knew that my life would never be the same. The duplicate's smile grew wider, and it reached out to touch my face. I felt a searing pain, and everything went black. As I fell, I heard the duplicate's voice whispering in my ear, "You're not Melissa. You're just a copy. A copy of a copy. And soon, you'll be obsolete."

I said to her, and she chuckled mockingly at me. "Come on, Darian, don't tell me that you too believe that witches can easily be gotten rid of; actually, that was what your dumb father thought, but he didn't know that we witches have the ability to duplicate ourselves, and that was exactly what I did, Darian; I duplicated myself, and your father executed the fake version of me while the original version was still alive, and just as I promised, I'm back," she said to me, and I nodded. "Ok, and if I may ask, what do you want?" I asked her with an inquisitive look.

She turned to me, "Why the hell am I living a Soap Opera Life?" I was taken back, "What?" "I was happily mated, then he goes off and marries his true love and then I do the same, then it turns out they're siblings, and I'm pregnant with twins but only one of them is my husbands'.What the hell?" She exclaims, tears forming around her eyes. It pained me when she said she was happily mated but from what she told me about the years they were together it’s a true statement. So I swallowed the growl that wanted to escape me when she said it.

Dominic grabbed the glass that still contained the drugged brandy and set it on a nearby table before gently guiding her toward the sofa. He watched her with a satisfied grin. Time was too short to take any chances. He needed continual access to the house. It was a shame his magical skills were limited outside of Shadow Land. Things would have been finished by now if he had his full faculties about him. Since time was running out and he needed her to let him move in willingly he saw no other option than to take her innocence and impregnate her. With her family’s old-fashioned ways, she and her brother were sure to insist on an immediate marriage. He scrutinized the room and smiled. He’d

I’m Mellow Fanning Lupin, the second daughter of Country Zee’s president. But fairy tales are mere delusions. They’re colorful... even blinding. Until the sheaths come off and worms writhe in the distaste of a painful reality. Zeath Lupin and I have been married for two years. We are the perfect model couple. Always trending for the right reasons. I thought we were in love. But maybe not. The pretense only had a quick run under a storm we couldn’t catch its prints—I couldn’t catch its prints. Now that I’m caught up with it, I’m stepping into its deep footprints. Squelchy ones that trap my legs in the mud like a sinkhole.

Lucian chimed in, his shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, "that somewhere out there, in the vast expanse of the world, there's someone who looks exactly like us, a mirror image, a doppelgänger. It's a chilling thought, isn't it? For all we know, our enemies have already found this one percent, this perfect replica, and are using them for their own nefarious deeds, their own twisted agenda." "Exactly," Mia added and Darius nod grimly, his eyes burning holes into Dalian's face. "For fuck sake!" Dalian exploded, his chest heaving heavily. "For fuck sake, listen to yourselves!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again he was now calm and collected, but his eyes

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