Padme Body Double Novels & Stories

I lean onto the window frame, watching my car parked in the same place we did yesterday. And suddenly Red appears into view, taking my breath away. He is with an old man, who seems to be the mechanic judging from his direct gaze toward the car. They are talking while at it. I blush right away, watching Red as he takes his phone and shows the old man something from it. I wonder what they're doing, but I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with the repair. My phone buzzes out of the blue and I'm inclined to abandon the pleasure of ogling my bodyguard. Frowning, I follow the sound until I find my mobile. My smile fades instantly at the caller's ID.

It seemed over before it began. Okay again, wait, what the hell is happening right now? I am getting crazy. Did I just...? Oh my, I'm getting crazy. A beautiful half-naked maiden with dark pointy wings and dark hair so long that it reached to her feet, a hot shirtless woman suddenly materialized out of nowhere, surging forward past him, driving the heel of her right palm up into the nose of the dark shit of a beast. The dark hunter's face exploded in a red mist of blood, his disgustingly ugly shit of head snapped back, staggering rearwards. The maiden wasted no time, twisting her torso and hips to deliver a left punch to the solar plexus of the ugly hunter. That was epic. Jet Lee: epic in ev

"Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!" A gent with an aquiline nose, curly hair, and a weighted tank top was doing the side-plank, waving his hand and flirting with the cameramen and live audience. "A beauty with a fierceness that even monsters have to succumb to. The one that put an end to Rime Slayer, a Queen-level dangerous serial killer, on her own. No. 2, Demon Princess, alias: Gabrielle!" A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends

They emerged into the moonlight of the Ta Prohm courtyard just in time to see the jungle erupt in flames. Standing at the entrance of the temple was Jian. He was no longer the scarred wretch from Hong Kong. He wore a high-tech exoskeleton, his movements fluid and predatory. Behind him stood a dozen Legion "teens"—lean, fast, and armed with thermal-tracking rifles. But it wasn't Jian who stopped Panni’s heart. Beside him stood a woman who looked exactly like Panni. Same height, same hair, same eyes. But she was dressed in the tactical black of the Lu-Sheng Group.

Hand-to-hand combat, firearms, counter-surveillance, off-road survival, he clawed his way through mud and blood. Every time he went down, the moment he heard my name, something like a drug would hit his system, and he'd stagger back up and pin his opponent to the ground again. The comments were nothing but scorn and contempt. [This isn't even a person. It's some kind of feral creature with no emotions.] [Covered in disgusting tattoos and scars, nothing like our elegant, refined Julian. Celeste really can't tell a diamond from a rock.] [A mad dog is still a mad dog. He'll never belong in a room like that. Once Julian heals up, he'll come back and teach this thing some manners!]

Although he replied with a question, it was clear that Gerald knew about it. "Silas' apprentice is named Zara. She seems to have the Twinshade Body, but Silas didn't explain it to me, so I wanted to ask you." There was a long sigh from the other end of the phone, which shocked Felix. "The Twinshade Body is a special constitution for martial artists. There's a 90% chance that once the body fully erupts, both the righteous and evil factions need to work together to eliminate them." Righteous and evil factions? What did that mean? Not just the righteous side, but even the evil sects? That sounded too strange to Felix.

the doctor said, and in the next second; he found himself against the wall; a hand blocking the supply of air for him. " i.. sec... si... " he tried to speak but it was not possible; he was lifted off the ground; a pair of furious eyes looking at him; the doctor started to beat his legs that was when he spoke, " she will face all the pain to stay alive for me, do you get that? she has to bear all the pain because I am not letting her die; she is my obsession, my passion, my madness, my breath, my heartbeat, she is my butterfly, do you get that? keep her breathing and you will be breathing or else the day she will stop breathing you see my hands will not hesitate to stop the source of air for

The sentimental gasping mostly came from women prisoners. Irena became impatient while waiting for her selected prisoner to step into his robotic exoskeleton suit, which would help her prisoner fight against 2Pac. 2Pac was Princess Death Row’s robot. She modeled the machine after the late rap star. Princess Death Row made her way over to Mark and his son with her long flowing black dress dragging behind her.

Surprised, he asked, “Mr. Wade, isn’t your information complete enough? The records are very detailed and even included her identification and entry information in Oskia.” Charlie expressed his doubt. “I suspect this woman has another identity. Kylie Jane is just a fake identity for her.” Charlie added, “She has a bodyguard with her. His name appears as Joe Larson in the entry record. By the way, he’s a six-star martial artist.” “A six-star martial artist?!” Porter was stunned. “I’ve never heard of any six-star martial artist who works as a bodyguard…” Charlie asked, “Do you know any six-star martial artists other than those from the Ten Thousand Armies? Are there many of them?”

He doesn't look like he was breathing. Phoenix answered as they went inside my room. “Well, I create this body two months ago. It took me a while to create this since this is just my mere puppet. I'm also the one who designed this puppet and gave life to this puppet—I just controlled this body since the reason for me to make this disguise is for spying. What this puppet body can see, hear, touch, and feel, I can also feel it. Just like how warm you are when I hugged you.” Hearing the latter of his words, made me roll my eyes. “Tsk, you're a cheat to the point that you don't need a golden finger with you because you're the golden finger yourself.”