Female Clone Trooper Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I should be the one asking you why you are so concerned with someone who you think is a sick little traitor that you want nothing with?" She smiled at me and the smile was one that showed way too many teeth to be genuine. "Look little bitch, you have done enough," The redhead said as she stroked my hair slowly as though I was a child or a pet. "You need to remember your place. You are just a new surrogate here and a lowly omega, you shouldn't try to outdo your betters." Why did her face, even her voice sound so familiar like I had heard it before? Ignoring her hand in my hair, I looked at her again and I finally saw where the resemblance came from.

“Then we’re dealing with a hybrid.” She stepped forward, voice strong and controlled. “Show yourself.” Silence. Then, Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Mirroring her own. Something stepped out from the shadows. A woman. Tall. Thin. Dark hair. Same face. Same jaw. Same eyes, but the eyes were wrong. Ice blue. Emotionless. Synthetic. The guards staggered backward instinctively. Olivia didn’t move. She stared at the clone. The clone stared back. No fear.

And in the center tank… was her. A perfect replica. Eyes closed. Tubes running into her skull. “Oh, hell no,” Chase whispered. “They made another one?” Sienna pressed a hand against the glass, heart hammering. The clone’s chest rose and fell with a slow, mechanical rhythm. Every few seconds, its lips twitched — mimicking words that didn’t exist yet. Her voice failed. “She’s… still growing.” Chase stared at her. “You’re telling me they’re printing a new you? Why?”

“She’s in my head—she’s always been. You think Maddox was the end? You were never ready.” The Inner Circle stepped into the chamber. Their leader? A woman. And Ophelia went cold. Because her face… was hers. “Hello, Ophelia,” the woman said. “I’m you.” “But perfect.” The woman wasn’t just a clone. She was an echo. A perfectly grown version of Ophelia, enhanced with all the traits Maddox had suppressed in the original — aggression, precision, obedience. Her name was Eira. And she smiled like a god.

she explained, shaking her head. "I imagine, the guy has a name in the legal market, whether he likes it or not he's quite young, and many people must be envious of him. "All of this because he knows the owner of Titã, from what I've heard he also got the position of team leader through favoritism, and they say he shouldn't have a woman on his team because he's a womanizer," Tatiane spoke quietly so that no one could hear.

the male says, nodding. “Ohh yeah! Daddy, this is Hannah, Hannah this is--” “Alpha Reign,” a female says, curt and to the point. My eyes move to a much shorter female, who of course is the clone of Scarlett. But she isn’t happy go lucky. She clearly doesn’t have a sense of humor, I can tell that right off the bat. “And I’m Luna Patricia,” she says, giving a fake smile. A fake can always spot a fake a mile away so I match the forced face and beam at her.