Novel & Cerita Homeless Clone Trooper

Dad could always make things right. I’d been walking for hours when I stopped and to take a small break. Setting my bag down, I took out a sandwich and ate it quietly, trying not to think about anything too hard. As I prepared to get up and continue, I heard a twig snap. When I looked in the direction of the sound, I saw three men walking towards me. All three were dirty and looked like they’d been out here for a long time. These men were probably deserters of the war. Lone wolves now who had loyalty to nothing but themselves. “What is this?” The biggest said as he stopped in front of me. “Check to see if she’s by herself.”

That finally made him glance at me again. “I know politics,” I continued quickly before he could interrupt. “I know territory management. Trade agreements. Resource allocation. I rebuilt Silver Claw farmland after the floods almost entirely by myself because—” “Get to the point.” The sharpness in his voice sliced clean through mine. I swallowed my irritation. “I want to be your Luna.” His expression didn’t change. Not even slightly. “That has to be the worst proposal I’ve heard all year.” The words sliced straight through me. I took a shaky breath. But when your life depended on something, you didn’t let little snarky comments get to you.

"Clayton, please have mercy on me. I promise I'll never show up in front of you ever again if that's what you want." The courthouse was busy with people coming and going, and everyone's attention shifted in our direction. They looked at Susanne and me with strange, scrutinizing gazes. Suddenly, someone sharp-eyed recognized me. "Isn't that the homewrecker from that viral video a while back?" "What's going on? Why is he at the courthouse?" "He's not a homewrecker! What do you people who twist things out of context know anyway?" Hubert appeared out of nowhere and pulled Susanne away from my leg.

Troy muttered as he turned to stare out of the window with a dejected expression on his face. Troy couldn’t believe he’d been reduced to helping criminals, steal. He blamed those wicked, rabid wolves who had destroyed his home weeks earlier. It had been almost a month since those animals had killed all the people in his home and caused him to flee for his life. But for the timely intervention of their handsome but equally wicked leader, those wolves would have killed him too. Troy still saw those beautiful grey eyes in his sleep every day. Strangely, even in sleep, those eyes brought him some peace. But in as much as he liked seeing the face of the man who had saved his life in his dreams, h

He stepped off the obsidian threshold, his polished shoes clicking on the grass that didn't yet know how to be real. "But now the Founder is gone, the Source is stabilized—thanks to your little blue friend, by the way, great sacrifice beat—and we have five billion freshly 'Stitched' users ready for deployment. The 'Patchwork' is the hottest IP in the Multiverse right now." ### The Trailer of Our Lives Marcus swiped his hand across the glass tablet. Suddenly, a massive holographic screen flickered into existence above the cul-de-sac. It was a montage. I saw myself, covered in blood, screaming over Fenris’s body. I saw Silas being tortured in the Kernel. I saw Sarah’s golden light being draine

Her palms are clammy as the echoes of the inmates swirl in her head. They’re now heading into the deeper part of the alley. Even though it’s morning, there’s hardly any sunlight in that area. Small tents made of cardboard and paper have been set up along the alley. There’s movement in the shadows and she can make out the figures of several people within the tents. No doubt that they must be homeless people who don’t have anywhere to go. Many of them are huddled together for warmth while others are busy scavenging for food. No one’s looking their way, not even bothering with the strangers who have entered their turf. Scarlett is a little nervous but Ryder is blending in perfectly which awes h

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

“Those are supposed to be safe places.” I nod, “I have never felt safe,” I pause. “Until all of you. And I know that I am still weary, but I am trying to trust all of you,” I admit. “It’s just hard.” Loki smiles, squeezing my hand gently, “I know, Mia. It can be so hard finding a place where you belong.” He pauses, “You know, Finn and Kane took me in. I didn’t have a family when they found me.” “You were a rogue?” I ask and Loki nods.

they had the same massive shoulders, the same stature, but their faces were faceless – smooth masks made of black polymer, broken only by one single, horizontal visor flash in which a red light pulsated. Instead of hands their arms ended in organic plasma blades and integrated kinetics runs. “They... they clone you,” Nova was horrified and approached one of the capsules. The red light of the unborn clone apex flickered in the rhythm of her heartbeat. ‘She build a whole army from you.” “Not from me,” Kael grumbled. He approached the central capsule, and his look was