Whelps

Where Oliver is the son of the retired hunters Lucas and Elijah finds out he's pregnant...but his boyfriend is an alpha werewolf. How will Lucas and Elijah react to this, and what about Uncles Wyatt and Jake

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live. “Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?” “I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.” Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips. The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband. She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife. “Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.” “A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.” But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.” Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.” Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago. But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Note: First Fic, Created for the purpose for free writing, Some Grammar Errors. Whelp I'm Dead, got hit by a truck, didn't meet a a R.O.B but a Wheel telling me to spin it 3 times. So, I know that some MC's Usually ask to be reincarnated in a fantasy world or in an anime, but my world was already pre-selected, What the hell!? So, here is my new life in My Hero Academia... IN AN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!? Whelp, let hope I can survive and try to enjoy my self in this Quirky Apocalypse.

Crossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to create a modernized new nation with magical characteristics. Overthrowing the Netheril Empire is the mission! Destroying the Elven Kingdom and the Elven Pantheon is the duty! Eradicating ancient evils and natural disasters is Matthew's shout as he crushes fate! "Brothers and sisters, join Bay Territory! Here, we give out houses, provide free childcare, no worries about food or clothing, assign jobs, and supply all resources needed for life." "Furthermore, we can even offer the path to godhood..." "Everyone only needs to pay a small price of one billion!" A slow-burn farming novel, a new world of dragons and dungeons, a magical version of the Warhammer Empire, and an unprecedented, fresh new version for everyone.

I was always unsatisfied. I wanted to be so much more at the age of 16 and yet my desires were never fulfilled. What would happen if I were to restart my entire life again, but with a head start . . . . *CRASH* That was the last thought I had before I was mercilessly killed by truck-kun. Whelp, I guess I got what I wanted.

Whelp a new start for a somewhat old soul, from the modern times who has read several novels which includes reincarnation and so on. So yeah it will annoy a lot of people of how easy going the mc is but meh I kind of tired reading too many of the same storyline of combat combat combat, slice of life and combat combat combat..... and so forth. So this is just about a guy who just wanders around.

Elias Triston was normal, in every sense of the word. Whelp, until the fetal day of 11 September 2001. Finding that some concepts of religion might be just a little wrong and that yes: things like magic definitely exist. Tasked with something that was harder to do than it was supposed to be and armed with the gift from the Scales, it might just be a little easier. If only that was how it works. He had never dreamt of fighting or traveling. But apparently that was something that was expected of him. At least it made finding out who was playing around with the lives of others just that much easier. Too bad that his magic was a little chaotic and sometimes borderline uncooperative. Update: Monthly. 11:00 Words per chapter: 1000 or more Chapters per update: 7-9

Warning: [This Novel Does not take itself seriously. Some times it will. But this is for Laughs, so have fun.] Michael lived his live with the [Dodge Everything] curse. Then God removed it for just a second causing his death. Now he is a Black Mage in another world and Earth. Using his comical behavior, smarts, and magic he will live his life. Here's part of chapter 1 Hi, my name is Michael and I dodged everything in my life. The cops, the FBI, also when I dropped the soap, my harem too, which COULD HAVE HAPPENED. But sadly I dodged that incidentally too. But there was one thing that I couldn't dodge. That was Truck-kun. Yea the guy who reincarnates all those main characters in the light novels, yea that guy. But ya know, what maybe Truck-kun is a female, can't assume gender. If so, then Truck-chan is without a doubt a yandere. Whelp I got raped by that yandere Truck-chan you could say. Damn, my life ended by a yandere Truck. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHY COULDN'T I DODGE!!!" shouted Michael into the white nothingness.

It was a normal day. Aliens fell from the sky, monsters appeared in the world, and a game system activated. It just so happened that the game was one I played myself. After this totally normal day, a series of regular events happened. My neighborhood was razed to the ground, I met the System, and I was chased by a crazy omnipotent being. When I was nine, my phone that I somehow always had mind controlled my parents. When I was twelve, I realized I had futuristic technology. When you have all kinds of strange events happening, how could they not be normal? After all, “normal” is just was happens usually. But when school starts, abnormal things start happening. Also, why do I seem to have better equipment than the aliens? My level shouldn’t be higher than them, right? While others are stuck at level 250, I’m at Level 524. Whelp, time to beat omnipotent beings up!

A scar has been carved through the Earth, a jagged canyon extends from the distance. At its end, it's deepest section, waves of heat distort view betone recognition. The crater bleeds molten rock down it's sides, still hot from this landmark's creation. The shadowy visage of a humanoid figure becomes recognisable as it comes further from the pit of magma that is the deepest part of the site. It stumbles, and light shining on its front reveals what looks like a human. Blood streaks down from its closed eyes, drawing lines in the layer of soot coating it. The soot covers it's body, but the light pink of it's exposed muscle couldn't be fully hidden. The skin covering it's heels and back was missing, having been worn onto the rock it parted. There would also be a bit spread through the atmosphere from the entry, but most of what is missing was taken upon impact. "Oh f*ck that hurt like a b*tch. Not my best landing." the creature groaned as it ran it's hands over the wounds. It then reached up and grabbed the dirtied skin of it's skull, and tore it apart like a seam. It ripped it down around his torso, having to push it along his arms like removing a too-tight sock. At the hands, it had to pull the finger tips away like a glove before peeling the skin off completely. The legs and feet were dealt with similarly. Stepping out of its own skin, muscle clear to the air with the exception of what the rock coated in soot, it says "Whelp, new world, new me!" in a tone much lighter than the situation would call for. Hello there. I'm a native English speaker/writer, so I like to think I know what I'm doing with this stuff but really though, I don't. So please correct any of my grammatical, cultural, or progressional (plot) errors in the chapter comments. I'm writing this for fun and to prove that if authors actually think for more than half a second when developing their stories, it can actually be good. I won't be updating very often unless this is met with an abnormally good reception, but yeah. Hope you enjoy!

Once again her screams were muffled by his hands and her attempt to move was inhibited by his massive body pressing his weight on hers, pinning her low to the ground. "Will you just shut-up" he whispered in her ear as the steps became louder "I'm trying to help you!" Confused, Ruma did as she was told and listened to the men stomping in their direction. "This isn't a good idea, I mean it's the King's estate. I just don't know.. " Another deeper voice quickly responded as the footsteps grew louder "Stop being a little whelp! You're a strong handsome brute of a thug! And by the time we make out with the lot, the riches will be ours and the Michaelson's will have burned. Ha!" Ruma tried not to make a sound while listening but could help the sound of shock that escaped her. "You really think I'm handsome Ollie?" The first voice whined back The first one replied "Of O'course Riley you're the most handsome mug around. If ye weren't a little bastard I'd a kiss ya and that might not even stop me!" The men laughed and walked by without even seeming to detect the interesting duo's presence. Once they were gone, the 'gentlemen' finally climbed off of Ruma and watched her as she struggled to get up. "You know it's not very gentlemanly to assault a lady without telling her your reasoning! One may think you were an evil, malicious attacker of sorts.." She pouted realizing she sounded slightly ridiculous. Apparently, the event of today had worn through her usual cool demeanor. The gentleman finally regained his composure, looking down on her from his abhorrent height of his. " First of all I was protecting you, 'My Lady'" He stifled a chuckle as Ruma scowled at him "Secondly" His eyes became dark, and his posture changed as if he were some type of predator as he stalked towards her " Who said I wasn't evil or malicious" "Haha," She said chuckling nervously, trying to hide her discomfort "If you were any of that you wouldn't have 'protected' me as you say" Ruma stood her ground, eyeing his tall frame as he came toe to toe with her small one. He looked down with a grin plastered on his face, he reached up, grabbing her chin forcing me to look upwards. Her heart seemed to want to beat right out of my chest, racing for dear life. "How do you know I'm protecting you for the right reasons?" Ruma tried to look away from his clouded hazel eyes, in hopes of not being swallowed up by them. But it was hopeless, "How could there be any wrong reasons?" she whispered out. He smirked, surprising her with a light kiss that set her nerves endings ablaze "Oh Hermosa" she blushed as he played with a piece of her hair, holding her close to his hard chest. " You are so naïve" *************************************************************** Ruma Delgado, princess of the kingdom of Deloria is set to marry the abominable Prince Kent Michaelson of Mordad only to have her life thrown into upheaval when suddenly kidnapped from the Michaelson estate. As the circumstances of her kidnapping and the reality of her world come to light, Ruma finds that she must change and ask herself a simple question. Was her safer way of life really a way to live? Risking death and disgrace, Ruma sets off on an adventure to turn the tables of her reality.