With an impending battle between dragon and man, Scott is forced to make one of the most difficult decisions of his life. But can he give up everything that he knows on a chance at love with a creature from another world?
This is a Pride and Prejudice AU. A good one. I don’t know what more information you could possibly need. It veers off radically towards the end for the sake of drama, which I’m not completely convinced was necessary if I’m being brutally honest, because P&P is epic and perfect just as it is, but Peter Hale as Lady Catherine De Bourgh honestly makes up for anything. Heh.
While fleeing his sister’s wrath for an accident that was almost not his fault, Moswen stumbles upon the chance to crash what promises to be a fun party. Kijika is hopeful that the birthday bash for his grandfather, the current king, won’t be the deadly boring event he’s sure it will be and he’d much rather be pouring over ancient texts in his quest for knowledge. Moswen’s karma swings into action and Moswen and Kijika cross paths at the party setting in motion a relationship that will give both men what they most desire.
Sebastian sits at his table,Reading and sipping his tea,When he suddenly hears his name screamed in a much panicked voice. Sebastian sets his tea and book down and runs out the door and down the hall. He busts into Ciel’s room and his eyes go wide as he sees Ciel on the floor,clutching his stomach and panting heavily.
1. Magic Eight Ball by tigersilver: Hermione brings a Muggle device to their usual after-work drinking sessions; Malfoy is utterly fascinated. Harry is not, especially as Malfoy keeps asking it questions about his personal life. *** This fic is on the lighter side compared to the others on this list. One of the only stories that has caused me to squeal.
Aaron , a reporter who tries to debunk paranormal activities and people who say they can help, only goes on Omega Dates to get hooked up…no happily ever after for him. He only does one night stands thank you very much.
Is it ever possible to rip happiness from disaster?Jude Now I’m out of the military, I want a quiet life. A nearby forest where my wolf can run and hunt, and a wood-shop where I can work with the timber I feel an affinity for. I definitely don’t want a mate. And if I did, it wouldn&…
_ The kid watching how his parents interact and take care of one another and treat one another, so when the kid grows up and gets a family of their own they remember how Alfred and Artie acted as parents use them as role models
But you know what? I get and understand mpreg even if some readers don’t. It’s why I include it in my novels. Believe it or not, there are times I start out writing and tell myself that this one will not have mpreg. But in the middle or the end of writing, my muse, plot bunny or whatever is my inspiration throws me into that direction. Think of it this way werewolves, vampires, and any other mythical creature aren’t real. But we love reading and thinking about the possibility of them being real one day in the past, present or future. Like I always tell myself every time I sit down and write a story. Fiction is just that fiction and so is mpreg.
The extremely jealous alpha thinks his omega servant/bedmate is sneaking off to hook up with another lover. When he finds out omega is basically working for (what the alpha considers to be) a subversive organization, he mostly shrugs it off with just a little warning to his wandering omega about potential dangers.
He gingerly crawled underneath the soft overhang of sheets, finding his omega sleepily burrowed into the soft folds of the blankets he had gathered. Jack recognized towels from the bathroom as well as a couple of the baby blankets and plush toys they had bought snuggled around Rhys’ body. One of Jack’s customary sweaters was stretched to its limit around the omega’s abdomen, the fabric riding up the underside of his belly and revealing a wide crescent of creamy white skin and pink stretch marks. Rhys’ long legs were pulled up as much as they could, clad in silky, stretchy blue shorts and of course, the socks. The omega had his arms around one of the large honeybee plushes they had bought for their child, his nose buried in the soft, honey-scented yellow fur.