I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

"What English was that? You had so many grammatical errors," asked Rosy, and suddenly Leo standing in front of everyone vanished like it never existed, leaving no traces. "Still not perfect," Leo said as he entered the room where everyone was present. "What was that? " Asked Rosy, to which Leo answered, "It's the new skill I learned while I was gaining power and level. I stumbled across a skill called Clone. It has various features, but to maximize its control and power, it has to level up. If not, the clone will not look proper, will act weird and sometimes speak weird, or there will be grammatical errors, as you just saw."

"You think you've won. You haven't. The clone wasn't the only one. There are others. Dozens. Hidden all over the world. And they're waking up." --- Alexander stared at the phone. "What does he mean, 'waking up'?" "The clones. They're not just in Geneva. They're everywhere. Henry's been planning this for years." "Planning what?" "Immortality." The word hung in the air. "That's impossible." "He was a billionaire. He had unlimited resources. He had time." "Clones don't have memories. They don't have souls. They're just... bodies." "Bodies that look like him. Sound like him. Think like him." Alexander's voice cracked. "He wanted to live forever. And he found a way."

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

“You’re not going to believe what else he did.” His eyes flicker with interest. “Oh?” I lower my voice, grinning. “He turned into mist.” He feigns surprise for my benefit. “Mist?” I nod, excitement bubbling. “Not just mist. Three of him. He cloned himself.” He lets out a low whistle, looking genuinely impressed. But then—slowly—his smirk returns. “That’s nothing.” I frown. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?” He leans closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s just one of the things he can do.”

In a tub of water, five clones of our father floated—identical, with closed eyes and motionless bodies. I couldn’t believe it. How was this possible? Had our father really created clones of himself, and why? “Even though we’re werewolves, a time will come when we could be killed. A stab to the heart could end our existence!” he said, sighing deeply, then pointing to his clones. “I’m going to create a world where I live forever.” Ian and I exchanged looks, and I swallowed hard at what I’d heard. Even as a kid, I knew what our father was doing would have consequences.

Life. Did I have a little life starting inside me? Everyone seemed to think so. The idea of the three of them discussing me like some kind of lab rat still made me see red. Secrets again. Ethan knew I did not do secrets. I just cannot handle them and I doubt I would ever be able to. When I am the last to know things, even if they are small, it takes me right back to that moment when I first saw the video of me on that pool table being... fucked like I was nothing but trash. Worthless. Ugly. So very ugly. It's my hang-up. My cross to bear. I hope there comes a day when I can close the lid on that Pandora's box and keep it closed, but it's not happened yet. Since meeting Ethan the lid has been

“You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!” Reggie stepped forward, trying to look serious, though the grin never left his face. “Look, we didn’t mean to scare you that bad. We just wanted to remind you where you come from. You’ve been so busy with this whole modeling thing, we figured you needed a little dose of reality.” “Oh, please,” Joyce hissed, crossing her arms. “This has nothing to do with reality and everything to do with you three being immature jerks.” “Okay, okay,” Reggie said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “We’re sorry, all right? We didn’t mean to freak you out that much. But, seriously, Joyce—you’ve been ac

and with that the clone me fell on the floor like something had left it. Immediately I touched it, it felt like a spark between us, it opened it's eyes as it looked up at me "What are you staring at, you've never seen a clone before" it said standing up I sat there on the floor in awe thinking 'am I really this rude, I mean, I'm the nicest person I know' "Wow... I seriously look good but I didn't think I'd be this clumsy" the clone said to me and honestly.... Actually, I felt offended

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

Zara whispered, “Someone like me.” Milli stirred beside her, eyes wide. “They were grooming me,” she rasped. “If I hadn’t been frozen, I’d be standing in your place now.” “But you’re not,” Zara said. “And you’re free now.” Milli blinked slowly. “What if I still feel… controlled?” Zara gently touched her cheek. “Then we rewrite the programming. Together.” The next morning, Alec broke the encryption. Inside the hidden server was a list of active clones scattered across the world—posing as CEOs, politicians, heirs. Their names had been scrubbed from all public records. But one stood out.