Impregnation Deviantart Novels & Stories

My face burns so hot I’m almost convinced steam is about to start pouring from my ears! "I... I don’t have..." I stammer helplessly, clutching my drink tighter like the sweating glass can somehow save me from this conversation and across from me, Rhyssa hums lazily, completely ignoring my desperate attempt to crawl away from the topic. "Ooh, Let me guess..." She drawls, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Muscular, tattooed... piercings... rippling abs and six inches of veined goodness in his pants?"

That halo was gone. Jacob buried Cotton with me. Perhaps he could not bear watching me be so dejected, so he invited me to attend his personal art exhibition. Only a few people were present, but the pieces were interesting. They were all portraits of Cotton. “This is a way to keep her around, no? We have to keep looking forward.” Jacob pointed at one of the Cottons and comforted me. I kept staring at his artwork and felt as if Cotton was right beside me. But that night, someone stole Jacob’s art pieces and posted them online. They went viral, along with a video of me holding a bloody Cotton while I walked out of the police station.

The group and I were in the Friendly Strangers Gang Hideout thinking about our operation, Operation: Deviantart Saivour as we were thinking in HQ. “Hmm, saving your deviantart friends and their creations…That’s one hard feat to do and you said that all these Deviantartists and creations are controlled and manipulated by Corona?” Karuji asked, “That's right” I said as I looked at Gamergirl & Darkstar. “That’s bad, but there are so many deivantartists within the Devinatart sector but choosing who needs to be saved is going to be hard” Gamergirl explained, “that’s right Gamergirl. According to the info from Deviantart that there are 60 million deviantartists across Planet Earth and Corona choos

Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story" Peach: "6, 000+ reads and amazing comments says something, you dimwit.(glares hard at Natasha)" Pearl: "that's enough girls, before I forget, on behalf of Penangel and the rest of the imperfection team, we all say thank you for the love and the support so far. We're really grateful" Natasha: "minus me. I'm not included" Author(me): "Nobody wanted you here though, thank you Pearl. Don't forget to click the like button too guys. Thank you so much, angels"

Marlo Inside, I was pinned against the desk, surrounded by a decade of clinical, terrifying obsession. I looked up at Jarrah. The smirk on his lips hadn't faded an inch. There was no tension in his shoulders, no rush of adrenaline, no sudden panic of a man caught with his darkest secrets exposed. He didn't look like someone who had just been compromised. He looked like an architect admiring a completed blueprint. A cold, sickening realization crawled up my spine. He wanted this. He engineered every single piece of it the loose floorboard, the velvet box, the secret tunnel leading straight from the athletic center to his front door. He had orchestrated my curiosity like a puppet master pullin

“I designed it in my dream.” She frowned. “In your dream?” Zayden chuckled lightly, his fingers tapping the desk. “Yeah. I had the most beautiful dream. It felt like years of happiness in just ten minutes.” His voice was unusually soft, almost vulnerable. Hema didn’t know why, but her throat suddenly felt tight. He gestured to the screen. “Tell me if you want any modifications.” She shook her head, still processing. “You want my opinion?” Zayden smirked. “Of course. Let me test your artistic skills”

IMPREGNATION Impregnation occurs only three ways # The female and male are true mates # The female and male enter into a willing claim bond # The female mates but is not marked by either a true mate or a claim # Only mates or potential mates can carry high ranking pups without a completed bond ** There is the rare occasion where a female will carry another males pup after a true mate bond is created if the mate of the female is of other decent or species - See other Decents or Species. "DAM! DAM! DAM!" I yell as I throw the book across the room. There is no way we will get Seraphina to mark us willingly, she is too loyal to that vamp king. There might be only one way and that would be to con

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

he sighed, “Charlie was greedy, in as much as he was taking care of us, it wasn’t to the extent my father said he would but mom never wanted trouble and so we never complained and only took whatever he gives us, I don’t mind either. I was making enough money with my painting, but that was one thing Margaret never liked, sadly I had to find out the hard way. I painted many portraits of her and all she pretended to like only for me to find out doing an accidental eavesdropping on her chat with her friends. She always burns them after receiving them from me and claiming to love them. Sadly, we were already married then and there wasn’t much I could do. I could remember that when I had asked her