My greatest dream is coming true, and my heart is filled with immense joy! Although Ray falling in love so quickly with an unknown woman within two weeks was surprising, this proves that my son is not gay. I've always thought he was gay and liked only men, but this new development proves me otherwise. The thought of having grandchildren is really thrilling, and this will give me the opportunity to show off to all my friends who have theirs and have been making me feel awkward about my son's sexual orientation. This will shut them all up! I don't even care if the girl is from a lower social class; I'm finally getting a daughter who will do girl stuff with me and show emotions, not like my Jerry (son) who is weird and only shows interest in cars. But this is the right moment to share this amazing news with my husband, so I called him immediately, and he picked up on the first ring. "Hello, my love," the response came in with a voice that sounded half asleep. "Honey, you wouldn't beli
Lilly Pov Ugh, focus, why dost thou elude me?! I have a goal in mind, but my brain is a jumbled mess of ideas, like a Pinterest board on steroids. I want to achieve this goal, but my mind keeps wandering off on tangents, like a dog chasing squirrels.What's in a kiss, anyway?The Internet explained it in this manner like a magical moment where desire and circumstance collide, teaching us about patience, purpose, and timing. But let's be real, a great kiss can lead to great sex, and if I'm feeling all the emotions from just a kiss, imagine what a night of passion could bring!Consultanting the internet again was not a great ideaBut wait, what's this? I've kissed him, and it felt amazing, but now I'm thinking about taking it to the next level. And by the next level, I mean getting naked and doing the horizontal tango. But why?! I mean, I know I want to feel more emotions and all, but is this really the way to do it? I'm basically thinking, "Hey, let's have sex and see if I c
A date means different things, but in today's case, this date is not a romantic date nor a talking stage dare either. It's more of a confession date. Today, I get to show him my true self to avoid future misunderstandings and seek his permission to use him for my emotional experiment. ********* A few minutes later ******** "I was surprised when I received your call for a date, but I liked it, though," Ray said after he settled down i decided to have tte date at my place after all reporters are swarming everywhere. "I have something to discuss with you," I said, looking at him. " I'm all hear," he responded, looking at me expectantly "I'm sure you know I'm different from every woman you've ever met. I mean, every woman you've ever dated, literally. I want you to understand that I feel nothing - no emotion of any sort." He looked at me, confusion written all over his face. "Wait, you don't feel anything? Like, no emotions at all?" he asked, trying to take in what I was sayi
'Let get marry' These words kept ringing in Lilly's ear. All she wanted was sex not marriage. Even if i knew that I'm different, marriage was the last thing I was expecting. And is this the only way I could prove to him that I could offer commitment? Why marriage, This is the 20th century. Do we need to get married for an experiment? This seems more than I expected, perhaps I could do it with someone else but I don’t want someone else to touch me, my head is basically having an overdrive, I just need to calm down and experiment somewhere else. That I better idea, I'm done with this, sex and marriage are two different things and shouldn't be used in the same category. "Ray, I'm sorry, but I can't, I guess our personal relationship ends here then," I said, trying to stand up " Wait! don't you want to experiment with me any more, it not a bad idea to marry me, you know. I'm the most eligible bachelor in New york, and I'm very rich and handsome, so it is a win-win situation." h
As we headed upstairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he agreed to crazy but great idea. I had gotten what I wanted - sex without marriage. But why did Ray have to be so possessive and controlling? I'm not his to claim, and I certainly don't belong to him. I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. Sex. Pure, unadulterated sex. New emotions and pleasure to be found. Curiosity of how having sex will feel like is settling deep in me. But as we reached the bedroom, Ray's words echoed in my mind. 'You're not going to have sex with another man other than me.' It was a statement, not a question. And his condition - that I shouldn't even think about having sex with other men - irked me. Who was he to dictate what I could and couldn't do? How will I be able to confirm if he's the only one who could create these emotions in me. I pushed the thoughts aside and began to undress. Ray followed suit, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me . I kn
************ Rated 18**************Pleasure was the only thing I could feel every time his hands touched me, it ignites spike. It was like I was being shocked by an electric appliance. Intense pleasure Wasn't this I wanted, I wanted pleasure, but I will pleasure bring what i seek. This was just physical intimacy, lacking the depth I craved. I was confused, and this wasn't bringing me what I truly desired. Where are the emotions I seek. " Lilly, do you me to stop? Ray asked when he realized I wasn't participating in the tax or rather sex. What should I tell him? That this task is leaving me confused. I have never been this confused with anything gor my 18 years of existence in my past life Sex and pleasure are really overwhelming. I want to do this because I like the feeling. But the confusion that suddenly set in is unwavering. How do I get over this reaction? It is leaving me in a state of confusion. "Lilly? he called out again " I'm confused." " Don't you like me t
I felt him kiss my core,my torse, my thigh, my stomach finally savouring my breast. I moaned at his delicious bite, and then he went back to my core, nibbling as his tongue invaded every inche of my body. After a few seconds of giving me all this erotic sensation. Finally,I felt his full length slid into my core almost immediately. An onslaught sensation rocked my body. At first he is seem to be struggling to fit in his length. The first thrust was tight , and I remember this was my first time for both my past self and Lilianna's body "Are you a Virgin? he asked surprisingly?" Is that a bad thing? Do you want to stop?I asked."No! I was just....... you know what? forget I ever asked, I should have known with your manner of approach in the beginning, Each thrust dove me wilde. It made me want more. I never knew I was this greedy, and this is one of the new things I'm just discovering about myself. I accepted his deep thrust as I whimpered." Go deeper," asking him to dive deepe
Ray Pov "Recounting today's events while staring at the woman who has become a huge part of my life in a short period made me realize today has been very eventful. What's more? Right when I got a call earlier today, I was sure I was in for a surprise. After finding out the reason why she doesn't express any emotion since we met, everything became clearer to me, but I feel there's more to this. She seems different from what the investigation shows, but I'll make her open up with time.She demanded to have sex with me for an experiment, which left me speechless. Then I decided to try my luck by turning this moment into convincing her to marry me, which she declined. She then decided to find someone else for her experiments, leaving me feeling hurt. I tried expressing my emotions, but I didn't. I don't know how to convince her, though. She's not used to being controlled, so I decided to go with the flow. She's different, and the difference is good. I
James’ patience was hanging by a thread.“Woman, have you lost your senses?!” His voice echoed through the room, laced with sharp disbelief. “Or are you seeing things that aren’t there? Who the hell is this Master you keep calling me?”James looked at her like some lunatic, what up with her?Matilda’s breath hitched. The moment the words left his mouth, it felt like ice water had been thrown on her.James took a step forward, staring at her as if she were a stranger. “I don’t remember promising you any of those things. What are you even talking about?” His fingers curled into a fist at his side. “Matilda, I swear, if you’ve gone crazy, now is not the time for it.” What does she has do be a bitch when not needed.For a moment, Matilda only stared at him, disoriented. The pounding in her head grew worse. The name had slipped out so easily, so naturally—had she really lost herself that much?James exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “What happened to my wife? The woman who loved me? Wh
“They would have what?” Ellen cut in smoothly, arching a brow. “Fought for you? Demanded your freedom?” She tilted her head. “Then why haven’t they?”Helena’s throat felt dry.Ellen sighed again, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you need to understand… They’re done. They don’t know what to do with you anymore. You’re a problem they can’t solve, a burden they’d rather not carry.”Helena’s nails dug into her palms.No.That’s not true.But hadn’t she already asked herself the same questions? Hadn’t she felt that quiet, suffocating doubt creeping in every time another day passed without a visit?Ellen watched her, eyes glinting with satisfaction as the walls of Helena’s resolve began to crack.“You know I’m telling the truth, don’t you?” she murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along Helena’s jaw. “They left you to me, Helena. Because I’m the only one who truly knows what’s best for you.”Helena clenched her teeth, shaking her head. “That’s not—”Ellen gripped her chin firmly, forcing
Helena stretched her arms above her head, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. The realization that she was finally going home filled her with relief, but there was something else—something unsettling. A weight in her chest that she couldn’t quite place. Over the past week, she had rediscovered herself in ways she never thought possible. Ellen had opened doors she never dared to approach before, and now… could she really just walk away?The thought of returning to her old life—where she was ignored, treated like a fragile inconvenience—made her stomach churn. Here, in this confined space, she had felt something new. Something exhilarating. Something dangerous. And if to be sincere she has never noticed that her parent treated her in such manner, this is all thanks to Ellen opening her eye and making her see the reality of things.I shouldn’t feel this way, she told herself. Ellen kept me locked up. She took my choices away.And yet… hadn’t she also given her something no one else ever h
The search was relentless.Every street. Every alley. Every backroad and hidden passageway in the city.Nothing.It was as if Lilly had disappeared into thin air.Ray stood at the edge of an empty intersection, his hands clenched into fists. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths.Five hours.Five agonizing, tormenting hours.No leads. No clues. No sign of her.Ray pressed his fingers against his temple, trying to stop the pounding headache threatening to split his skull.His mind raced with worst-case scenarios.What if she was hurt?What if she crashed?What if someone else found her before they did?His heart clenched painfully. No. No, she’s strong. She’s smart. She wouldn’t let anything happen to herself or the baby.But then again…Lilly was in control.And Lilly was reckless.Goddamn it, Lilly. Where the hell are you?Just as Ray was on the verge of losing his mind, his phone rang.Jerry.Ray snatched it up so fast, he nearly dropped it.“Tell me you found something,”
Ray’s heart dropped the moment he saw her.Lilly stood beside the car, her back to him, her hands clenched at her sides. The trunk was still open. And inside—An unknown stranger that he couldn’t recognize but he wasn’t seeing his face properly.Ray felt his breath hitch.What the hell am I looking at?“LILLY!”His voice cut through the eerie silence of the empty road, but the second Lilly—or rather, Lia—heard him, her body stiffened.Then—she bolted.Straight for the driver’s seat.Ray’s eyes widened in pure disbelief.“LILLY, STOP!”He ran.His feet pounded against the pavement, the rush of adrenaline surging through him like wildfire. Too fast. Too reckless.He barely made it to the car before the door slammed shut.She was leaving.Ray banged on the window, his voice desperate. “Lilly, don’t do this! Open the door!”But she didn’t.Her hands trembled on the wheel. Her breathing was uneven.And then—she floored it.The tires screeched as the car lurched forward.Ray barely jumped ba
David had felt fear before. He had studied it, manipulated it, made it his weapon. He had seen it in countless eyes—victims, test subjects, even his own colleagues when they realized what he was truly capable of.But this?This was different.A moment ago, she had been trembling. The fear had been thick, suffocating. It had been delicious.But now—Now, the woman standing before him was nothing like the fragile thing he had expected.Her eyes burned with something primal. Something wrong.The bloodlust radiated off her in waves, curling around her like a living entity. Her lips were curled, not in fear, not in pain, but in something far, far worse.Rage.David had always considered himself the puppeteer. He pulled the strings. He dictated emotions, controlled his creations.But the thing before him?She was not under his control.And she knew it.Lia’s lips parted, her voice a whisper—low, sultry, dripping with a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down his spine.“Come on.”David’s b
Lilly’s pulse thundered in her ears. The hand on her shoulder felt heavier than it should, as if it carried the weight of something beyond the physical. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.Lia.Nothing.Lia! she screamed internally, panic lacing every syllable.Silence stretched.Then, finally—“He’s the master. The psycho scientist.”Lia’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of something dark.Lilly’s stomach twisted. Master?She swallowed hard, her gaze locking onto the man before her.His face. His eyes. His presence.Recognition slammed into her like a train wreck.David Deluca. The name Evelyn uttered earlier.A name she had only heard in hushed tones, wrapped in secrecy and fear.The man who played god with human lives.The scientist who had turned bodies into experiments. Who had engineered horrors beyond comprehension.Lilliana’s nightmare.Who had, in some way, been connected to everything.Her lips parted, her breath shallow. “You—”David smiled. A
Ray flinched.Lilly blinked.Evelyn wiped at her tears, but even she looked taken aback by the question.Mitchell wasn’t done.She pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath before shaking her head. “No, no. Let me get this straight.” She turned fully toward Lilly now, eyes narrowed in confusion. “You died. Then you woke up in another body. But that body also belongs to you because it was your twin’s. So technically, you’re alive.”Lilly hesitated before giving a small nod.Mitchell’s eye twitched.“So then…” she exhaled sharply, rubbing at her temples. “Does that mean my grandchild is going to come from a dead woman? Or a half-dead woman? Or… wait, are you dead or alive?”Ray let out a slow, suffering breath.Lilly pressed her lips together tightly, but inside her mind, Lia lost it.“Oh my god, I told you she was funny!” Lia cackled.Lilly nearly choked trying to suppress a Lia. Her laugher was kind of annoying, does she know that she even in someone’s body damn it?M
Ray’s hands clenched into fists, his entire body thrumming with frustration. He didn’t care who was in the room or what anyone else had to say—he needed answers. His voice, when it finally broke through the heavy silence, was sharp, demanding.“I get that she has a story to tell. Everyone has a damn story to tell.” His eyes burned into Evelyn before flickering toward Lilly, searching, pleading. “She’s been through hell, I get that. But my concern—no, my main concern—at this very moment is this: How the hell is this even possible? How is my wife claiming to be her own twin?” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed forward.“Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? Her twin was Lilly.” He turned to Mitchell, as if waiting for her to confirm the obvious truth. “And the woman I knew, the woman I fell in love with, the woman I married—” His voice softened, almost breaking. “She was Liliana Anderson.”His gaze swung back to Lilly, a storm raging behind his eyes. “So how is this possible?” He took