Accidental Insemination Novels & Stories

Devil's Vale, a story of Life and Death, Vanity and Conflicts, Relationship and Romance. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Abigal, a handsome young boy got adopted by his classmate William Goshai's family because of an incident in school. Lizzy a caring mother got separated from her baby girl Heaven due to her husband Sandy's past mistake. So with the help of her genius brother Mete she made a robot which was exactly like Heaven in all and named it as Nevaeh (Reversed form of Heaven). •Do any accidental circumstance bring both Heaven and Nevaeh a chance to see each other?How will be the variation in situations if they meet each other? •And what happen if Heaven get a chance to know that Lizzy was her actual mother and not Sophia?How will be Sandy's family's reaction to it?¤ What will happen if Abigal get a chance to know that he was really a vamwolf (vampire-werewolf hybrid) because of a curse ? And the curse will completely affect him in his 30 th birthday? •How Heaven negate the birth curse of our Abigal by hiding her dark secret? Do they fall each other? •Does our Nevaeh get a chance to fall for our multi billionare William Goshai? How a robort can pair with a human? •Does William get a chance to know about his brother's curse? Do he help him to negate the curse by time travelling? Do fate has any hidden play in this four's lives? #family #brotherhood #Love #sci-fic #curse #rebirth #fighting spirit #Time Travelling

In the shadows of a world where anomalies are feared, Nicolette exists as a forbidden fusion of witch, vampire, and werewolf—a potent concoction of power concealed within a delicate frame. For 683 years, she has eluded the pursuit of a mate, content in her solitary existence, hidden from prying eyes. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with the formidable Alpha King, Malcom, whose 728 years of existence have been defined by dominance and solitude. Their encounter is accidental, yet destiny seems to whisper secrets only they can decipher. Sparks fly amidst the tension as Nicolette's nonchalant demeanor meets Malcom's unyielding resolve. A clash of wills ensues, each refusing to yield to the other's authority. Malcom, accustomed to command, bristles at the audacity of this mysterious woman who challenges his dominance with an enigmatic laugh. Nicolette, a creature of the shadows, offers no apologies, her confidence unshaken by his intimidating presence. As they navigate the treacherous terrain of their unexpected connection, both confront their own fears and desires. Nicolette, long resigned to solitude, finds herself drawn to Malcom's strength and intensity, while Malcom, who once believed he needed no one, discovers an unexpected yearning in the depths of his heart. But in a world where monsters lurk in every shadow, can love truly conquer all? Or will their differences prove insurmountable, leading to a tragic end for two souls destined to collide? As they stand on the precipice of an uncertain future, only time will tell if their love story will defy the odds or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them both.

She was meant to belong to God, but fate handed her to the devil instead. Mariella Santini was raised within convent walls as a nun after her father’s sudden “accidental” death. Days before taking her final vows, a single message shatters her faith: her father’s death was no accident. Her search for the truth draws her into the De Luca mansion and straight into the path of the most feared man in London’s underworld. Luciano De Luca, known as Il Re Nero, is the Black Heir of the Five Families. Cold, ruthless, and bound by an ancient law that demands a wife and an heir within one year, or he will lose his empire if he fails. Love is a weakness he buried long ago. Faith is a lie he never believed in. Until the night he bleeds at Mariella’s feet, and her touch binds their futures in fire and prophecy. One forbidden night. One impossible pregnancy. When Mariella discovers she is pregnant with Luciano’s child, she becomes the solution to his throne and the prisoner of a 280 days marriage built on rules, control, and denial. She is to be his wife in name only, protected but unloved, and destined to leave once the child is born. Yet as enemies close in and blood-soaked prophecies unfold, the lines between duty and desire blur. The closer Luciano pulls her into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to pretend he feels nothing. And the more Mariella prays for salvation, the more her heart betrays her. Will she return to the life she once vowed to live, or surrender to the Mafia King she cannot escape?

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

The ambulance that's carting a pregnant woman is currently racing down the highway. The pregnant woman's water has already broken, which means she's in a dire situation right now. As I clutch the steering wheel tightly, I make sure to press the gas pedal all the way to the maximum. But the hospital director, Corey Johnston, who has tagged along for the ride, suddenly issues an order. "Pull up at the rest stop ahead." I'm momentarily stunned by the order. But I soon protest anxiously, "The patient can't afford to wait at all! She and her baby might die anytime soon!" Corey merely waves a hand impatiently. "Who's the one calling the shots here—me or you? I've been dabbling in the medical world for 30 years! As if a driver like you know better than me!" Thinking that Corey needs to go to the bathroom urgently, I soon park at the rest stop. But I witness him strolling into a supermarket leisurely, only to come out with two huge bags of snacks a long time later. "I bought my daughter the local specialities. She loves snacks like these the most." As Corey speaks, he tosses the snacks and his phone onto the front passenger seat. His phone screen flickers to life due to an accidental contact, which reveals the wallpaper of the lock screen. It's a photo of Corey and his daughter. I frown at the sight as my breath hitches in my throat. Why do I have a feeling that Corey's daughter looks quite similar to the pregnant woman in the ambulance right now?

Leanne Knight and Parker Jewell have been dating since their college days. At last, they finally get married. But thanks to an accidental discovery, Leanne finds out that this relationship is nothing but a big, fat lie. Her marriage certificate is forged. Even the love Parker harbors for her is a lie. It turns out that Leanne is just a breeding tool in Parker's eyes. He only marries her because his true love, Charlotte Palmer, is infertile. Parker tells Leanne, "All Charlotte wants is to become a mother, Leanne. Can you please help her?" Leanne doesn't utter a word. Instead, she chooses to marry Parker's powerful uncle, Aiden Jewell. Since those two bastards want to play games this much, she might as well play with them till the very end! … When news of the abstinent and childless powerhouse's upcoming marriage is leaked, everyone is stunned, to say the least. They are all curious as to which capable woman has managed to ensnare his cold, stony heart. At the banquet, Leanne makes her first appearance in the most dazzling manner. Parker is quick to get down on one knee and beg her to reconcile with him. "Leanne, you're the one I've always loved! You must still love me, too, right?" Leanne lets out a soft chuckle. Before she can say anything, Aiden wraps an arm around her waist as he glances at Parker in disdain. "What do you want from your aunt?"

*Spoiler Alert* "This is insane. You've lost your mind, Lucas. Werewolves... they don't exist." "Yes, they do. Allie... look at me. What do you remember about that night?" I flinched as Lucas cupped my sweaty face, gazing tenderly into my eyes. "We had sex, and... you bit me," I replied, my eyes wide with shock. The memories remained fragmented, and my head throbbed as I tried to recall what happened. "That's it, Allie. It explains everything. I'm sorry for biting you and putting you through this." Lucas pulled me into his embrace, and I began to sob. "What's happening to me...?" "You are in transition. You are going to become a werewolf." It all started with one drunken hookup—one accidental bite. I just wanted to celebrate my 18th birthday. I never expected to wake up feeling sore, marked, and already starting to feel strange. That guy turned out to be Lucas Kane—star forward, campus heartthrob, and secretly a werewolf alpha-in-training. He broke every pack law by biting a human. Now I'm transforming quickly, and he's the only one who can keep me alive during this transition. But I'm not just changing. I'm pregnant—with a wolf shifter's child. I want none of this. I have enough on my plate: college, anxiety, and trying to pretend I'm not falling for the brooding jerk who ruined my normal . Lucas is doing his best to stay away, but our bond is growing stronger, and the full moon is approaching. Worst of all? The pack doesn’t want a human mate, and they definitely don’t want me.

“Elara.” Her name was a warning, a plea as she turned in his arms. “Your brothers—” “Aren’t here.” She reached up, and his sharp inhale of breath as her fingertips grazed the sharp line of his jaw made her smile, “It’s just us both tonight.” She saw the moment the last thread of control he was holding onto snapped, and the next moment he was sliding his hand into her hair, pulling her closer before his lips crashed against hers with a force that stole her breath. Her brothers would probably kill him if they found their sister tangled up with their friends but she didn’t care. Just tonight - she would unapologetically take the one thing her body has been yearning for. 🌸🌸🌸🌸 He was her fated mate. Her brothers’ best friend. And absolutely forbidden. One accidental murder shattered Elara’s human life and revealed the truth, and awakened a truth buried in her blood for nineteen years. She is no ordinary girl. She's a werewolf princess with a kingdom to reclaim and a dangerously attractive beta who makes her wolf sing….literally. But Thorne is off-limits: her overprotective brothers would exile or kill him for touching her, yet the pull between them is undeniable, primal and intoxicating leading to stolen glances and of course stolen nights of pleasure. As if surviving her awakening and being placed with the burden of saving a kingdom wasn’t hard enough, Elara discovers a darker threat: An aunt who wants her dead. Now she must navigate her new identity, fight for her throne and resist a forbidden bond that could either save her… Or destroy her.

Ever since James Barrington the third was a small child, he hated being told what to do. Yes, he was a rebel, a wild child. His mother died when he was in his teens, barely fourteen and his father… Well, suffice to say, he tried his best to tame James, make him into his image. He failed. Miserably. The more he pushed, the more James pulled. Then there was his grandfather. James’ father was his clone. To top it all off, he was the only child. The heir to the Barrington billions. Now his grandfather and father were setting an ultimatum. Give up his philandering and wild ways, get married and take over Barrington Enterprises. Or face being disinherited. Even arranged for him to meet Marcy Davenport, eldest daughter of Richard Davenport, one of the richest and most influential families in West wood. He loved his freedom he was twenty-six for heaven's sake. So, James being the rebel he was, promised himself to marry the first woman he runs into who didn’t know him from a bar of soap, just to shut the old men up. Destiny Johnson is a girl from the other side of the track. Growing up in a poor neighborhood, Des-tiny was used to having very little. Now she lives in a trailer park and works at a convenience store. James sets out to turn her into the perfect girl to impress his grandfather and father, the James’s as he calls them. But as he tries to change Destiny to fit his mold, she is slowly changing his universe around. She slowly reels James in, making him into the man he was meant to be. Call it fate or call it Karma… An accidental meeting changed both their lives in an instant.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”