Batman Babydoll Novels & Stories

And at the sight of Calleb, the King felt tears well on his eyes and his heart ached because it felt like they’re about to say good-bye for the last time. On the night of Calleb’s birth, Bathal remembered his boy’s blue eyes. Calleb’s hair looks like a lion’s mane and then he was wearing a black and white robe with a hint of blue. It was Luntian’s gift, and it was special because the Shaman hand knit it herself. Abbadon was no stranger to him, for they’ve fought eon’s ago. To Bathal and Mayari Tabbu, Abbadon was one of the most feral and terrifying demons they’ve fought. The eye looked even more strange upclose.

"That's because she's one of those girls who acts like a guy! She's always hanging around men, calling them bros, acting all buddy-buddy, even saying she's more manly than they are. So her friend saying congrats on becoming a dad totally makes sense." I froze again, too shocked to even argue back. Just then, the baby in my arms suddenly started wailing. I panicked and awkwardly rocked him a couple of times. Somehow, the crying actually quieted down. "See?" Shirley's voice trembled with excitement. "That's a mother's instinct! Girls like her love flirting with men. I thought she was still a woman deep down, soft by nature. I never expected her heart to be cruel enough to dump her baby!"

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Nolan stammered, backing away from my mates. "Monsters. They're monsters." Bethany cried. "Run. Far and fast. I like the chase, if you make it a good one, I'll make it quick." He growled, stepping forward. "Adam, you can't miss seeing the baby." Spencer said and I heard my sister make a strangled noise. "Baby, you're pregnant? You let those things touch you?" Spencer snarled, his fingers tightened in mine, and I felt sharp points digging into my skin. Looking down at our hands, I noticed that his nails had grown into sharp claws. His skin rippled with dark scales.

Chapter 6:The baby contract BELLA’s POV My heart sank as I recognized the contract in his hands. “You were actually serious about this thing?” “Do I look like The Joker?” He asked back.”This is called The Baby Contract.Read through and sign in the appropriate places. You can read right?” I sat down uncomfortably on the couch, my skimpy rumpled nightgown clinging to me. He looked at me like he could see my panties. Wait could he? I quickly clamped my legs together and placed a pillow over my thick thighs he had been seeing for free.

Lena whispered. “You should be.” Before she could respond, the faint sound of Trina’s voice crackled through her earpiece. “I’m in,” she murmured. Lena pulled her focus back. “I have to go,” she told Ethan. “I’ll be fine.” “You’re reckless,” he muttered. “Call me if anything—” “I won’t need to.” And she hung up. Inside Victoria’s showroom, the air was cool, sterile—like stepping into the inner sanctum of a queen who tolerated no imperfections. Sleek mannequins draped in couture stood like silent sentinels along the marble floors.

I would rather be doing it with him than a stranger. I strip out of my clothes and slip into the leather Babydoll that he carefully picked out. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but it is sexy. It has things drips, a low dip at my breasts and cut-outs at each side, showing off the curves of my hips. It is short, covering down below and no more. Standing in front of the mirror, I fluff my hair up and apply my favourite dark pink lipstick, smacking my lips together. Giving myself the once over, I nod, happy with how I look. I smirk, feeling confident and sexy, exiting the bathroom to join him in my bedroom.

I dressed him in a white t-shirt and strapped his Batman pacifier clip, brown sweatshirt with matching pants and black converse. "You're so demanding" I murmured kissing his temple. I placed him in his bouncer and checked on the girls only to find Alexa wide awake looking around with a pout. She doesn't even cry or make a noise but the doctor said that it was normal for babies to not be to loud and to not worry.

My body tingled at the sight of him, bringing back the unfinished business from last night. I looked anywhere but at him and stepped into the kitchen, almost choking on the smoke. “Do you want to burn down the place?” He glanced at me, his expression hard. “I see you’ve met BatMan.” I turned to him, confused. “Batman?” “Her name is BatMan,” he said, scrolling through his phone. “Is something wrong with your hearing?” I stared at the cat and raised my brows. “I get that she’s dark and mysterious, but you named a girl cat BatMan?”

Solan was currently attempting to scale his father’s broad shoulders, his tiny hands clutching fiercely at the dark linen of Caelum’s shirt while his multi-colored eyes—shining with the exact same gold-and-silver brilliance as his parents'—sparkled with mischievous triumph. Caelum didn't move an inch to stop him. Instead, his massive hands hovered just millimetres from the baby’s sides, ready to catch him instantly if he wobbled, while a deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated proudly in his chest. The complex shadow tattoos along his neck pulsed in a gentle, rhythmic wave, casting harmless little wisps of velvet darkness that danced around Solan’s ankles like playful kittens, making the baby shriek