Link Mpreg Mga Nobela at Kwento

he teared up again. [ ** Author’s Note: This is a mpreg aka male pregnancy story. Male werewolves have the ability to carry offsprings of their own. Details about their biology have been described in MY DRAGON MATE. However, not knowing about it will not hamper the flow of this story ** ]

With the father of his daughters? And Mike has the audacity to laugh on his face. "You're funny Adam but I don't know if you remember the contract both of you signed? Did you read the small print?" Adam felt his throat close at how venom and malicious Mike's words were. "Oh I guess you didn't but since I'm a nice guy I'll tell you what was written there. On the contract, you signed in the small print was written that you agreed to maintain your relationship with Mr. Khalan Amaechi a secret until the remainder of the contract and if any parts do not respect the clauses of the contract the penalty is the loss of eighty-five percent of all of Mr. Amaechi assets. And if the media knows about you

he teared up again. [ ** Author’s Note: This is a mpreg aka male pregnancy story. Male werewolves have the ability to carry offsprings of their own. Details about their biology have been described in MY DRAGON MATE. However, not knowing about it will not hamper the flow of this story ** ]

Maria whispered as i watched them pull away and drive through the other side. “Don’t follow them, Wu. Don’t be stupid and follow them” She emphasized as i sat up in my chair, preparing to start the car but then a call came, interrupting my actions. I hung up on Maria for the nth time that day to answer the unknown number. Only to hear a quivering voice on the line, one filled with fear and trauma. “Is this Wu?” She asked and i hummed reluctantly. “This is Regina. Mabel’s Regina” She said and i immediately sat up, remembering she was the new friend Mabel couldn’t stop talking about.

Mikee said dramatically, “tonight is your last night as a virgin. I hope you enjoy it and don’t regret anything tomorrow. In the name of Mikee, I bless you. Love you! See you tomorrow!” She kissed my cheek and walked away, swaying drunkenly. I watched her disappear down the hallway before letting out a deep breath. Then I knocked on the door of VIP Room 92. After a few knocks, the door finally opened. “What do you want, Miss?” the man asked with a frown. He was even more handsome up close. My eyes drifted to his lips—they were red and tempting. “Make me pregnant,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even know him.

I shake my head as I approach him. "I didn't think you would take it literally." I tried to scold him, but the smile on my face says otherwise. "Hey, some of these are limited edition. We could sell them for a higher price. Also, I love legos." He said as he pulls me by my waist. "Okay, okay. Legos are cool. I get it." I said, rolling my eyes. "Thanks for this, by the way. You better not make me pay all of these back." He said.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”