This is the story of the biologist and the creature her father created. Cara received a plane ticket from her father the day before her birthday. Her father invited her to visit "the greatest of the century".When she arrived, she did not see her father but was locked up with the creature. The creature is the most beautiful than ever. But its IQ is only 8 years old human...So Cara treated him like a little brother. Is he really only eight years old human? I do not think so;)Yes, day after day, they fall in love.
View MoreI dreamed it again.The whole world is black, only the body up and down the feeling tells me that I am now in the 'escape' .To be precise, it is to be carried 'on the run' .It was a terrible escape.The sticky liquid soon soaked half of my body, although it eased the pain from the friction of his scales and me, but no one would want to be held so uncomfortably and bumped.Plus the very uncomfortable hug posture.I was shaken so dizzy. Babies don’t hide their emotions at all, and I expressed my feelings very straightforwardly at that time. With a cry, the corridor that was only echoing with the sound of footsteps on the ground was followed by a high-pitched baby cry.“Ooh!” The monster holding me cried out, and the cold claws came up like this, patting my back up and down.That way of comforting was really bad. The claws were cold, how could a small baby bear it?Unexpectedly, the crying stopped. I could clearly feel that feeling, just like being patted on the back by my mother, in t
“Cara~” He called out to me again and came over slowly. This position is so shameful that the lower half of my body is completely exposed, legs spread out in front of him. "Don't come any closer!" I struggled for a moment, then was pulled back by the restraints on my wrists. My legs were wide open, and his gaze felt like sharp needles piercing my body, giving me the feeling of being a naked mouse waiting for mating, making me extremely uncomfortable. "Don't! Don't look at me!" I closed my eyes, avoiding his gaze, tears streaming out uncontrollably. “Cara···” I was disgusted by the sudden smell of blood in my nose. Blech! “Cara!” I had just opened my eyes when a deep green claw covered in blood appeared in front of me. Then Mason quickly withdrew his claw, wiping it on his body twice, and finally sniffing it under his nose. Then he blinked, half-clasping his claw, and gently wiped the tears from my face with his curved knuckles. I suddenly remembered some of the romance movie
“Heart rate dropping… Hurry!!!” The beeping of the machine was incessant in my ears, followed by a crackle and a surge of electricity that jolted my whole body. I bounced up and down uncontrollably on the bed. “Heart rate rising… Good… Very good…” My body felt like a battery that had been recharged after the shock. I regained some vitality. I opened my eyes. I could sense many people crowding around me, their voices reaching me in fragments, but muffled by an invisible barrier. There was a glass panel in front of me. No, I was trapped in a transparent glass chamber. What are you doing? I opened my mouth. “Yiya… Yiya…”No, that wasn’t my voice. “Oh, my Kara…”The glass lid was lifted, revealing two familiar faces. Dad, Mom… I felt a lump in my throat when I saw them. I remembered this scene. Dad had told me that when I was born, I had a brief cardiac arrest. Luckily, they managed to snatch me back from the jaws of death. My father was a tough-minded biologist, but he couldn’
I jolted awake and sat up on the bed. The room was pitch-black, except for the faint blue glow of the screen on the wall near the door. I touched my pajamas, which were intact and snug on my body. The air was clean and odorless. Everything that had happened seemed like a dream. I got up from the bed, feeling no discomfort in my body. Instead, I felt refreshed and relaxed, as if I had a good rest. I was also dry and spotless. Maybe it was just a dream. ‘I am an asshole…’ I covered my face with my hands. How could I have such a dream? Did I secretly wish for something like that to happen? “Cara, are you awake?” The pager in the coat hanging on the rack rang. I walked to the rack and took out the caller. “I just woke up. What’s going on?” Claire’s voice came with a smile. “We did it. We created a new, less toxic individual. Wiles is saved… I mean, I want to invite you to see the new synthetic creature. Your father is on his way back…” “Mason… what will happen to him?” I clenche
“Cara~” He called out to me again and came over slowly.This position is so shameful that the lower half of my body is completely exposed, legs spread out in front of him."Don't come any closer!" I struggled for a moment, then was pulled back by the restraints on my wrists. My legs were wide open, and his gaze felt like sharp needles piercing my body, giving me the feeling of being a naked mouse waiting for mating, making me extremely uncomfortable."Don't! Don't look at me!" I closed my eyes, avoiding his gaze, tears streaming out uncontrollably.“Cara···”I was disgusted by the sudden smell of blood in my nose.Blech!“Cara!”I had just opened my eyes when a deep green claw covered in blood appeared in front of me.Then Mason quickly withdrew his claw, wiping it on his body twice, and finally sniffing it under his nose.Then he blinked, half-clasping his claw, and gently wiped the tears from my face with his curved knuckles.I suddenly remembered some of the romance movies I had pl
The blanket was nowhere to be found. I must have kicked it away in my restless sleep. Darkness enveloped me like a shroud. I felt the dampness of my pajamas, drenched in sweat. I was awake now, and my throat was parched and raw. I staggered out of bed. My head was throbbing and I nearly collapsed to the floor. “Am I have a fever?” I wondered. I touched my forehead, which felt slightly warmer than my palm. Actually, my whole body was burning up. Sweat had wetted my bangs and they stuck to my forehead. It was only after I gulped down a glass of ice water that I felt a bit less hot. Did I leave the door open? The door of my room was somehow open, and the emergency light outside the corridor was not on either. Looking out from inside, it was creepy and ominous. I hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door. The blue screen on the wall that controlled the door switch was also dark. Was there a power outag
“That’s just your normal physiological response…” Claire smiled awkwardly, looking a bit embarrassed. She tossed the thing in her hand into the garbage bin. I took a deep breath, shaking my still woozy head. I couldn’t hold it any longer and plopped down on the floor, soaking the ground with a large puddle." "Physiological response?" I laughed mockingly and hid my face in my knees. “Can you still stand up?” Claire asked, supporting my arm and half-pulling me off the ground. I had been holding back some of my body’s reactions when I was hurrying to bring the centrifuge tube to Alice. Now that my nerves relaxed… “I feel as soft as cotton, soaked cotton.” I moved my fingers, following the tug of my nerves. They barely lifted a bit, then fell down, lying limp on one side. “It feels like I’ve been anesthetized…” And it was the kind of ‘anesthesia’ that sent electric shocks through my body, leaving only a tingling pleasure. "Are you okay? You're very not yourself now!" Claire hugged
Alice’s malice was fully revealed, and what she wanted was far from simple.But Alice was also unusually agreeable when her demands were met, and she would satisfy me as long as I didn’t ask for too much.“It’s like a final kindness before the death sentence, right? She has been separating us deliberately or unintentionally ever since you began to tell me some secrets.” I said. I lifted my arms and let Claire help me put on my jacket.“Is there anything else you want to say to me?”Claire’s fingers stiffened as they moved around my collar. She lowered her head and chose silence.I was annoyed by her mute silence. “Alice only gave me a tube of anesthetic. You know, Mason wouldn’t faint even in an environment full of anesthetic gas. What effect could a small tube of anesthetic have?”Claire paused for a moment, then resumed her numb expression as she pressed my waist and pulled down my shorts.“Claire, I won’t run away. I have no other choice.”That sentence was like a spell, a spell th
I was petrified by the scene before me, which was like something out of a horror movie. The intercom slipped from my hand and fell into the water.He seemed oblivious to it all, sighing contentedly as he turned and swam towards me. Then I felt a cold object press against my palm and rub up and down.My face turned red with embarrassment.I kicked him away from me, scrambled out of the water, and ran out of the artificial habitat.He didn’t try to stop me, and I made it to the lab without any trouble. I slammed the door behind me, and it made a dull thud.“Are you okay?” Claire looked at me.“Didn’t you see?” I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. The image was still vivid in my mind.“It came out… his secondary sexual organ.” I moved my lips, trying to recall the words I had learned, wracking my brain to describe that thing. But I gave up.“What?!” “That’s wonderful!” Claire and Alice had two completely different reactions.Claire was pale as a ghost, disbelief was written all
Like most people, I detested the noise of the alarm clock. The moment the bell rang, I hurled the alarm clock from my head to the ground. “That old bastard, with the shrill ringing again!!” The alarm clock bounced and rolled on the floor. I lingered in bed for a while, then got up barefoot, resigned to my dad’s experiment for the material water supplement nutrition. As I reached for the kettle, my foot suddenly felt something cold. It was a mirror. “Well… I haven’t really looked at myself for a long time.” I open it, and a face stared back at me: dark and gloomy, with pale and red eyeballs. “To be honest, you really have nothing feminine about you except your breasts,” Alex said about me. I sneered; the reflection of the woman in the mirror became hideous. ‘Just a little lunatic born of a lunatic, so maybe he was right…’ I rubbed my breasts and posed for a moment in front of the mirror. I savored my own image. The computer suddenly came to life, delivering a voice message: “Hey,...
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