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Alpha Baby Maker: The Second Rate Gala

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who was in love with his own step sister, thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner
King_Starr · 7.8K Views

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
Ivory_Smart_2462 · 11.3K Views

Bewildering Voice: The Ancient Vampire King's Mate

In the mysterious land of Drakhenholt, a realm inhabited by vampires and other supernatural beings, an ancient prophecy speaks of a person with an extraordinary voice—one so beautiful that it can end the endless battle of Vampires and Werewolves . For centuries, the rulers of Drakhenholt have searched tirelessly for this individual, hoping to harness their gift and turn the tide in their eternal battles. Elysia, an orphan raised in a secluded monastery, has always felt different but never understood why. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she rescues an injured woman, Morwenna, who turns out to be a powerful witch with vampire ancestry. As Morwenna heals in Elysia's care, she senses something unusual about the young woman—the scent of her blood is unlike anything she has ever encountered. As Elysia embarks on a journey to uncover her true identity, she finds herself caught in a war between factions of vampires—some who wish to protect her, and others who see her as a threat. At the center of it all is the enigmatic Ancient Vampire King Draegon, who has been waiting centuries for his fated mate—the one whose voice can either save or destroy their world. Note: Dear Readers, First and foremost, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! Your support means the world to me as I venture into this journey of storytelling. But here’s the thing—I want you to be a part of the creative process. Your thoughts, your opinions, and your suggestions can help shape this story into something even greater. After all, you’re the ones experiencing it, and who better to guide me than the very readers I’m writing for? So, I encourage you to share your thoughts after every chapter. Tell me what you loved, what intrigued you, or what you felt could be improved. Don't be shy! Your honest feedback is invaluable, whether it’s a simple suggestion or a deep dive into what works or doesn’t. Every opinion is a stepping stone toward making this story even better! Criticize, suggest, and be heard. Let’s make this a collaborative journey where we can grow together. Who knows? Your comment might even inspire the next twist or turn in the plot! Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to hear what you think! With gratitude, Ethermyth23
Ethermyth23 · 3.5K Views

A Black Umbrella and White Feather

Huel lived in a world of cheesy romance novels and quiet reality. Deaf since childhood, he wore headphones not for music, but to avoid conversations he couldn’t hear. He carried a black umbrella everywhere—rain or shine—and spent every afternoon on the same park bench by the lake, watching people’s unspoken stories: a smile here, a tear there, hands clasped tight. One day, as Huel scribbled ideas for his latest story (*The Pirate’s Secret Pickle*), a loud, melodic laugh cut through his silence. He looked up. A snowy-white bird sat on a branch above him, chirping what sounded like… *giggles*. Before Huel could react, the bird hopped down—and transformed into a man. A *very* handsome man, with silver hair and a grin that sparkled. “Got you!” the man said, snatching Huel’s umbrella. His voice was clear, like bells. “I’ve been watching you ignore the world. Why?” Huel froze. He’d never heard a voice so vividly before. “H-How…?” The man tapped Huel’s headphones. “Magic. And I’m bored. You’re interesting.” He leaned closer, trapping Huel against the bench. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you the *best* romance plot of your life… if you let me be your boyfriend.” Huel’s face turned red. “Why?!” The man winked. “Because you’re the first human who noticed my laugh.” He tossed the umbrella into the air, and it turned into a flock of butterflies. “So? Deal?” ---
Sweet_SourKiwi · 389 Views
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