Female Belly Stuffing

Deep within the thick fog of Culloden Woods lives a cold-hearted ruthless hellhound. The alpha of Fusilis a female pack of hellhounds. Thriving on their own for the past eight years when a spontaneous plague ripped through their pack targeting all males and leaving them as a pile of ash and bones. Their Alpha Andricia kept the pack alive since and finds her routine becoming boring to herself. She often dwells on the fact that she was abandoned on the border of the territory as an infant and grew up with no family. Initially turning her heart and soul cold after never knowing what it’s like to be loved. What will she find when she ventures into the unknown? Secrets, lies, and deception are around every corner in discovering her true reason for existence.

To the outside world, Xavier Sullivan and I are a loving couple. In truth, my father sold me to him to repay the debt he owes the Sullivan family. When the five-year contract expires, Xavier's parents want me to extend it. They threaten me and tell me I'm heading for certain death if I refuse. I have no choice but to fake my death and leave everything behind, taking only the child in my belly with me.

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

=Completed= (Reverse Harem, Mature Content, Knotting, Fantasy 18+, Pregnancy, Strong Female Lead, werewolf billionaire) What happened when you, a human, get thrown into a world full of magic, elemental powers, and mythical beast, such as werewolves? Cattleya, a mixed martial art athlete, a woman that looks like a perfect combination of beauty and power, is having everything, until one day, she got a sudden heart attack and requires heart transplantation. Luckily, there is one heart that is a match for her, and after she gained the new heart, the strange thing keeps happening to her, from a woman whispering through her ear, hyphen senses, and even her attraction to the moonlight. Cattleya, investigating the real identity of her donor, little that she knows, this will bring herself to mortal danger. A danger that was full of adventures with three gentlemen ready to be on her side

All her life, Catori Murdock was told what to do. How to act, how to speak and who to marry. But she never listens to the words of her mother, knowing that she is just backwards and stuck in the olden days. Where she thinks all a female is good for is to get married and take care of her family. Catori knew she had her own destiny, she just didn't know what it was yet. That was until she decides to become a nun and learnt some daunting information about the small one horse, snowy town she lives in. Dragons are real, she is one of them and her mate lives in the very mountains the chef tells everyone to stay away from. Will Catori be able to be with her mate? Or will she be forced to watch his execution?

Being the heir to his pack , Rex was made to do what ever his father wanted . He never had the chance to choose anything for himself but everything change when he meet his mate and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her even when his father was against it. He was betrothed to another Female wolf who happen to also be an heir to her pack. Will he be able to claim his mate despite all the odds against him ? What happen when a wall emerge between himself and his father over his mate ? Will he choose his mate over his betrothed and father ? Find out on His unwanted Luna

"Is he your fated mate?" I frowned and said. "What do you mean? Do you believe in fated mates? I didn't know you were a romantic, Mr. Bennett." I couldn't hide my mocking tone. He opened his eyes wide, sighed and said. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" _______________ When she thought she had her life figured out, her husband showed her otherwise. Little did Emma Spencer know that fate had another life and another mate in store for her... or should she expect mates? ________________ Reverse harem / 4 mates / Possessive / strong female lead / Fate.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.