“Mpreg Kurt Hummel 100 Reasons Why I Love You”

But as he got closer, Alvarr could smell the water.  All on its own, his body picked up speed.  He cantered toward the trees, and his headache eased.  As he got under the canopy of branches, he sensed their healthy, clean energy as they drew from the constant water supply.

Niso nodded as he held the baby up and was grabbing one of the towels he’d brought from the bathroom, cleaning it off. “It’s out Francis, it’s out.” He said, looking up at the younger male. “Is that…is that all of them?” Niso asked meekly, swallowing a lump in his throat. He doubted Francis was up for another birth. He laid the baby once it was cleaned and wrapped up with it’s siblings, looking over the little babies before he turned his attention back on Francis again. “Oh, thank goodness.” Francis hung his head and grunted tiredly. His fingers trailed over his newly deflated stomach and pressed just above his pubic bone, feeling for any hardness. “I-I think so.” When Francis found none he shook his head. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he crawled over to Niso and laid his head in his lap, hands reaching out to clutch at the older male’s shirt. After a few seconds, the young man broke down, sobbing quietly. He was utterly exhausted, his body physically spent of energy.

Some believe that there are creatures that exist between this world and the next. There are shadows that move from dark corner to dark corner, searching the night for victims that they can feed from. They visit you as you sleep, stealing a piece of your soul, as they avoid the light.

Jump up ^ Dumic, Miroslav; Lin-Su, Karen; Leibel, Natasha I.; Ciglar, Srecko; Vinci, Giovanna; Lasan, Ruzica; Nimkarn, Saroj; Wilson, Jean D.; McElreavey, Ken; New, Maria I. (1 January 2008). “Report of fertility in a woman with a predominantly 46,XY karyotype in a family with multiple disorders of sexual development”. The Journal of Clinical Endocrinology and Metabolism. 93 (1): 182–189. doi:10.1210/jc.2007-2155. ISSN 0021-972X. A 46,XY mother who developed as a normal woman underwent spontaneous puberty, reached menarche, menstruated regularly, experienced two unassisted pregnancies, and gave birth to a 46,XY daughter with complete gonadal dysgenesis.

Dominant Logan. The day a preppy student name Carlos Garcia enters class Logan had a strange feeling for him. Even though they are completely different Logan can’t help but easily fall in love with his opposite. Fluff, Smutt, Mpreg, Drugs, and OC Death.

“Please?” The half Russian begged “one tiny look and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.” He promised that made Yaku scoff. He wouldn’t leave him alone but he’ll take the offer while it’s still warm.

Big Time Rush – Rated: M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Chapters: 56 – Words: 118,117 – Reviews: 429 – Favs: 144 – Follows: 95 – Updated: 9/26/2011 – Published: 10/18/2010 – Logan, Kendall – Complete

Before I start, a few more general things: The following is a summary of my respondents’ replies to three questions, namely if A/B/O was love at first sight, what they like best about the genre, and what they like least.

”I..I need to..I need to PUUUUUUSHHH!” Sebastian screams out before taking his knees in his hands and bearing down hard,Not even worried about his trousers and undergarments. Grell holds his hand tightly as he pushes,Trying his best to comfort him. Sebastian lets out a pained moan and arches his back,Lashing out at Grell as he begins to feel the ring of fire.

James turns into a vampire, Kendall gets powers only super heroes have, Carlos turns into a werewolf, and Logan a shapeshifter. Why? James suspects Gustavo played with their DNA and went all mad-scientisty again. What will happen? Kames and Cargan!

Ciel never really cared for the alphas that fawned over him and treated him like he was a doll they were afraid of breaking. He wanted sex to be rough, dirty, kinky. Sebastian knew exactly what sort of deal he was making with the twisted little Prince.

Eggsy was used to being the ‘bit “o’ rough’. Used to being the pretty little omega that rich tits like to pluck outta the gutter and promise the moon to. All “bond with me and you’ll never work again”. Since only ten percent of the population were omegas and forty alphas it’s not surprising that those with money and power tried to buy them a pretty little piece like Eggsy to keep safe and pregnant… even if he were a bloke.

“I’ll be sure to get her ready then” the voice keeps talking. It sounds familiar. You wonder who the man was talking to. Picking yourself up on the couch, you look over the head rest to see a with odd purple hair talking on your cellphone.

Seeing the fluids, Niso got onto his knees and helped Francis onto his hands and knees, rubbing at his lower back after. “Breathe Francis.” He mumbled, glancing at the other babies a moment before turning his attention back on Francis. “Just push like before.” Niso said softly, leaning down and kissing his head lightly while he massaged Francis’ back. Francis nodded shakily. He followed Niso’s gaze and stared at the two slumbering babies but his heart was hollow and he felt oddly detached. Confused, he lowered his eyes and tried to concentrate on the birth instead. “Hhhnngg..!” Francis bore down on instinct, pushing and straining against the pressure inside him while he held his breath. He could feel how his loose hole opened up even more to receive the large baby as it forced its way through him, pulverizing his pelvis muscles. Howling in pain, Francis thrust his hips with a sharp jerk and raised his ass higher in the air. Straining hard, he dropped his forehead to rest against his forearms, grunting terribly as the baby slid deeper down his rectum. The level of pain he was enduring defied the normal limits of what a human body was meant to withstand.

Alfred is an omega at St. Westmoreland’s High school. Even though he is very smart, his grades are bad and he is made fun of for being the only student with Native American decent at his school. Luckily, he meets Arthur James Kirkland and his life changes forever.

A truly wretched book. Everything seemed designed to annoy me from the fact that there were zero women in the universe to the unlikable main characters and cutesy made up terms like “alphahole” and “omegin.”

Since she burst spectacularly into view with her debut novel almost two decades ago, Zadie Smith has established herself not just as one of the world’s preeminent fiction writers but also a brilliant and singular essayist. She contributes regularly to The New Yorker and the New York Review of Books on a range of subjects, and each piece of hers is a literary event in its own right.