Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

A mere surrogate runaway carrying his child! "Spread the news worldwide, spread her picture and his name, whoever had even a glimpse of her report it to me. Announce that there will be a generous amount of reward." He said this to Max the day after the surrogates runaway but until now, there's no news at all. Mew busied himself with the PI that he hired, currently they were fixing the images that they got for clearer evidence. The 3D Footage almost made the picture clear along with the picture of Hanna in the biodata that has been submitted along with the contract, even his own description was added to it.

"Robbie, leave me alone!" "You're probably wishing that I was the one who had made you pregnant huh?" He chuckled clearing his throat, putting his hands in his uniform pockets. "Well tough luck! Better start saving for a college fund because I reckon the father can't even provide for himself and works as a fake online boyfriend. My family would have given our child just enough heirloom from our slavery chunks. Your child will never be a trust-fund baby unless your kind father left you some inheritance peanuts. Imagine growing up without an inheritance because your father is a peasant worker... very sad your child's life will be. So many orphanages to look at sugar tits, think wisely!" Leona

I ribbed her, giving a nudge, my words light despite the madness. “Could be a decent gig on the side, huh?” she fired back, her face breaking into a wide smile, a spark of playfulness in her gaze. “They’re dropping like flies,” the young healer noted, her words steadier now, and I turned to watch the rogues collapsing, their corrupted carcasses hitting the dirt, lifeless, the ground slick with their dark ooze. Not a single casualty on our end—a damn wonder. I stepped up to slap Steve and his team on the back, but he held me off, his expression grave. “We’ve gotta press on. That scrap ate up too much time,” he said, his scan sweeping the trees for fresh dangers. “No breaks.”

“If they take me down, you run. You take Aaron, and you flee. Do you hear me? You do not look back.” My chest crushed under the misery of his words. “And leave you behind? Never.” “Promise me.” His gaze seared into mine, ferocious and desperate. “Promise me, Elara.” Tears ran down my cheeks as I said, “I promise.” The abandoned warehouse loomed ahead, encircled by rusting chain-link gates and motionless shadows. Lucian’s troops fanned out around the perimeter, equipped with silver shells and enough supernatural firepower to raze the entire block.

Warren flashed a toothy grin, "By the way, no one is in charge of this mission. We'll just work together." "Doesn't matter to me as long as I get paid," Cyrus studied his GPS, "We should be close to the last sighting." He turned to Warren, "You do the family proud, kid. I have some hope things can get better." "Quit making this weird," Warren teased, "Let's get on with the job." They checked down several alleys and found a homeless man in a cardboard box. He smelled of urine and cheap whiskey, "What do you want?"

Creed summoned one of his Soul-Radix Clones and decided to back off and let his clone take over for a while. Creed made his clone run 100 meters away from the current location and swapped positions with him. 100 meters was enough of a distance to keep an eye on the fight as well as maintain a safe distance. Just as planned, Creed's single clone was able to buy time while playing a game of tag with the headless man. Creed healed himself, gradually healed himself. He also caught and ate some edible fishes near the shore of the rivers to reduce his torturing hunger.

Cain moved closer. "Contact the private army. Send a unit to Silvermoon. I want the area swept for survivors, anything left behind after the war." He paused. "And if they find rogues in the surrounding area, they don't engage in fighting. They should recruit them, offer terms and they bring them back for training." Cain's eyes widened slightly. "My lord, is.…" "Since my aunt died," Kieran said quietly, cutting him off, “We've been patient." He looked at Cain steadily. "And we've had nothing to show for it."