Impregnating Her Novels & Stories

“Love is a chemical error. You’ll see that soon enough. Once we start the final sequencing, all that pain will be gone.” I glared at her through tears. “You can’t erase me.” Her lips curved. “Oh, I won’t. I’ll rewrite you.” She turned to the control panel and adjusted the flow of the IV. My body stiffened instantly. I could feel something cold entering my bloodstream slowly, burning, like frost crawling through my veins. I gasped, fighting it, my body arching against the restraints. “What what are you ” “Preparing you,” she said simply. “For leadership.”

Each piece is a fragment of her, a piece of the puzzle that makes her *mine*. My bed is draped in white silk sheets, embroidered with black flowers—a replica of the fantasy I’ve crafted in my mind. I imagine her lying there, naked and vulnerable, a diamond-studded collar around her neck, her wrists bound with silk ties. She’s mine, writhing beneath me, her body trembling as she squirts. I know she’s capable of it. I’ve seen her alone in her cabin, lost in her own ecstasy. She’s a vision of pure bliss. She completes me.

The apparition of her is so lifelike I’m forced to relive the trauma all over again. Her work out clothes soaked through, the material clinging to her curves. Her hair in a messy ponytail, revealing her marking spot. The soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder, where my fangs will sink underneath her flesh, leaving behind my mark, so others will know she’s destined to be mine forever.

And she knew in her heart she’s long done that choice. She added a few more ingredients to the bubbling liquid: a cinnamon bark, a crushed wolf tooth, some dried flowers and a squirrel’s tail. Everything complete, she stirred them one by one. She couldn’t even look at it nor smell it. It stinks. “My queen?” A voice came from the other side of the door. Harper panicked a little but maintained her composure. It sounded like a woman, so there’s nothing to worry about being discovered first-hand. “What is it? and who are you?”

But I’d train her to become the warrior she needed to be—someone strong enough to face her own demons, her own struggles. She gave me a look as she slumped down on the chair next to me, breathing hard. Even with the sweat, there was something about her scent that still drew me in. Honeysuckle… and something else. Vanilla, maybe?

In them i could see her pain and worry, but i could also see her strength trying to hide her true feelings from everyone else. Then the smell hit me. Cinnamon and maple. A scent driving lust and desire through every part of my body. Bringing me to the verge of insanity. I have waited so long for this day. She’s my mate Unknown: Oh my sweet child. Why do you keep getting in your own way?

She still has all of her terrible clothes on, and yet the sheer wrongness of her being covered by anything other than me is driving Damian completely insane. It’s the scent. The soft vanilla and peaches are cooking now, amplified by her rising body heat and the sharp salt of her sweat. It’s a literal drug, and I am a high-functioning addict suddenly struggling to remember how to breathe. She finally racks the heavy weights and sits up, looking at her reflection in a puddle. Her chest is heaving as she tries to catch her breath. For a fraction of a second, the feral power radiating from her fades, instantly replaced by that crushing, heartbreaking loneliness I saw in her eyes yesterday. It ta

I saw her sobbing in a corner as I went in. Suddenly, an electric surge ran through my veins as I saw her presence, vulnerable and innocent. It felt like,a fire had ignited inside of me as I was burning with passion to see her infront of me... Yeah, I realised it all of a sudden. It was me who awakened my wolf within me! He was right! My wolf was right! I wanted to imprint her to carry my seeds deep within her body!

Her jet-black hair was elegantly styled in a loose bun, with tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. "Hello." She muttered softly. "I'm sorry I'm late." "It's... No problem." He said. "Uh... Please come in." As she walked past him into the suite, a sudden breeze carried the scent of roses to his nostrils, prompting him to inhale deeply and slowly exhale. Feeling a bit awkward, he closed the door and cleared his throat silently. While she inspected the suite, he took the opportunity to observe her. It was odd, but she seemed oddly familiar, and her voice resonated with a hint of recognition.

She’s draped in her silvery robe—a bridal gift from Ellie—and it pools at her feet like a queen’s train, her dark hair loose and spilling over her shoulders and down her back like a stain. She’s so focused on the magic she’s working, she doesn’t notice I’m there, even when I inhale deeply, the enthralling scent of honey-drizzled peaches overpowering the superbloom. The fact that it’s the medication is irrelevant to my body, my cock stirs to new life, hungry for another chance—a real chance.