Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

“Excellent. She was chosen for exactly this purpose, Damien. Clean bloodline, no powerful connections, desperate enough to sign anything we put in front of her, and clearly fertile. You needed a proper breeding vessel for a worthy Blackthorne heir. Nothing more. Don’t start getting soft on me now.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “A breeding vessel?” Damien let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine. “Soft? Don’t insult me, Victor. She knows her place perfectly. Once she delivers a healthy child—preferably a son—the real purpose of this contract is fulfilled. After that… we’ll see. Keep pushing the board hard on the succession clause. I’m not letting my empire

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud But maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are. " So mom how did

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

He opened one and flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for and slid it over to Matt who was standing just opposite his father. “Whats this?” Matt asked, frowning in confusion when he took a look at the upside down pictures in the story book. “Its a legend, a very old one, not even I knew of it until now,” James said, running his finger over the page and tracing the lines of the paragraph. “What does it say?” Matt asked, getting slightly impatient, Zane howling in his head from the anticipation. “It says, every two hundred years a child will be born with a gift of the gods and a curse from the moon,” He read frowning at his words.

Sarah winked at Heather, making her blush. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like Chip. I was told I looked like a little troll when I was a baby.” Heather shook her head. “My mom was a breeder too, that was how I was brought about. They were disappointed I was another girl, so she was given another job after that.” “Another?” I knew what breeder programs were, but they were almost a thing of the past no thanks to Dominic reestablishing the practice.

He dropped his cigarette on the ground and said, "I am a secret agent of the capital city. I fulfill the wishes of my rich clients, and currently, I am looking for a beautiful girl to be a breeder for one of the most influential families." "You're beautiful, young, and desperate for money, a perfect candidate." "I can help you out of this border and give you money to save your mother's life but in return...you have to agree to be a breeder for my client. You'll leave after giving birth to the baby." He said it with a smirk but his words even made me forget to breathe for a while. I thought maybe he wanted my body but...even worse, he wanted my body to carry a baby? For some stranger?

“Not slowly, not some theory the council writes papers about. Two breeders came before you. Neither made it past three months. Without an heir, in five years this territory gets carved up by whoever moves fastest to take it.” The room felt colder. “What does that have to do with me?” Rysen answered, gentler than his brother but no less direct. “The clause called you an anomaly because you’re unranked. Unshifted at nineteen. Failed every test they gave you. That’s not supposed to be possible. No wolf should mean no markers at all. But the old texts talk about a fertility line that reads as nothing right up until it isn’t.” “You think I’m one of those bloodlines,” I said. The pieces slid toget

The only noise that could be heard was the soft caw of birds and the chirping of crickets. The breeding house stood tall amid the rows of bungalows considered the breeding inns. The further they approached, Draken and Agolf saw Merisbeth males in their full shift with their wings jutting out and their skin scaly, standing in a queue, waiting to get a breeding card. Already, he could hear the spanking of skin-to-skin accompanied by the moans of the breeder as their clients took them into the rooms of the inn. Silently ignoring that, they reached the breeding house. Agolf walked forward and held the door open for Draken.

I was in a warehouse of some kind, propped up uncomfortably on a wooden chair. My hands and legs had been chained together by my captors, and after a while I could make out the voices of several people who were speaking nearby. “The bitch is pregnant,” Cole crowed, sounding like he had won a lottery as he emphasized each word. “With her looks we should fetch a pretty penny if we sell her as a Breeder.” Breeder. Just the word alone made my heart plummet into my stomach and dive up again. The practice of keeping shewolves to serve mateless males for the purpose of reproduction had been outlawed centuries ago, but every so often whispers of the practice spread before quickly getting hushed down