Adoptive Novels & Stories

I want to feel safe, and I know I will with Terrax by my side. My dark memories and scars from my abuse will have to be something I overcome, but hopefully, they won't hinder my growth. I want to become a suitable mate. I want to make Terrax happy. I already received education. Now I need confidence. I don't think I can ever get closure, but I will settle for safety and love.

"I can if you help me. I see you're strong. If I distract them then you can-" "Stop." Beef interrupted. She stood up and shakily walked over to Hope and I, stepping on the others that stood in her way. A few hissed out in pain as she trampled them but none protested against this intimidating female. She leaned down and pulled at Hope's torn shirt and pulled her close till their noses nearly touched. "If you don't shut your mouth right now-"

Cull asks as soon as I walk out of our transport room. He holds his arms out for a hug and I walk toward him instantly. His embraces are like magic. They make me feel small and protected every single time. "They are doing good. It sounds like Fiadh's mother is looking for a home of her own. Terrax is funding it for her, but she is itching to find a job. Fiadh wants her to find a mate," I reply and Cull kisses the top of my head. "A good male would be great for her," Cull replies and I nod before looking up at him.

Getting married is one thing, but for her to actually want to share Dakota with me is a whole other. "What is adopt?" Dakota asks, coming from the restroom and getting into the chair beside me. "That's when someone who doesn't have a mommy or daddy finds one that they love. If Jordan adopts you, then he will be your daddy, and everyone will know it." Anushka explains to her. Dakota looks at me. "Are you going to adopt me?" She asks, raising her eyebrows as though she's daring me to say no. Once again, she looks like her mother.

“Aren’t Ma and Pa your parents?” “Not my biological parents. I was adopted by them. You know what adoption means right?” I ask as I kneel in front of him. He nods “Yes, it’s when a mother and father take in a baby that isn’t their own and raises them” “Exactly” “But where were they? Why did they let Ma and Pa adopt you? Didn’t they want you?” he pauses his face going hard. “If they didn’t want you then I don’t want anything to do with them”

Isabella tells him, placing a hand on her chest. I sigh and look at Alec’s conflicted face. Even though he tries to hide it, he doesn’t want him to leave either. “Alec’s right, babe. He is too young to decide to be in a pack.” She stays silent, and then an idea pops into her head, as her eyes light up like two headlights. “We can adopt him!”

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

I screamed. He chuckled low, eyes burning. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said, dipping the feather into the slick mess between my thighs and pulling it back slowly to my mouth. “Lick it.” I obeyed without hesitation, tasting myself on the tip of the feather. His cock twitched again. “You love this,” he whispered, now sliding the feather between my folds in gentle strokes. “You love being teased. Touched. Owned.” I nodded desperately. “Yes, Daddy. I do.”

“Azalea is still in the building. She could come back in here for something.” He says, trying to think of some sort of excuse. Sitting up, so I can readjust my position, I turn and straddle his lap. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in my breath hot on his ear. “I don’t care. I want you, Jacob.” I whisper. Before he can say anything, I lean in and gently bite the sensitive skin of his neck. “Please.” I beg.

I am the Oracle, the High Priestess who connects the divine realm to the mortal world. My daughter, however, was born with only a trace of divine power, leaving her little different from an ordinary human. I brought four orphans back from the beastman world and raised them myself. I gave them only one condition: protect my daughter from harm. For years, her four brothers shielded her, leaving her free to be as willful as she liked. Then, on the day of her coming-of-age rite, her prayer reached me. "Mother, my brothers are going to sacrifice me so Daisy can receive the Goddess's protection." By the time I got there, my daughter was bound to the altar. My four sons were busy preparing the alta