Poly Novels & Stories

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

com/LJmXpXrDoBq8FeHi5eBPPR ✨Judi le Romantique Plume vous aime✨

blue balls-making him testy. "I'm not saying anything other than to have a little patience and belief. Bailey was once like Thea. Actually, worse in a sense because she truly had no interest in mating with more than one male while your Thea at least seems inclined. Bailey allowed Gavin and Wyatt to claim her quickly, but her seduction of Parker took more time. And had I not betrayed her, according to her, my own claiming was imminent. Our polyamorous way of life is not an easy thing for women to accept, especially those who started human." Such a serious speech coming from him. Wyatt would have peered at the sky looking for pigs with wings if he'd heard it. No

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

She picked up one of the first things I’d pulled out of the bag. “Catnip tea.” She stated. “This is good for the baby’s skin. If she happens to get baby acne or hives, this will help, and it tastes good, so you won’t have a problem getting the little one to drink it.” She then picked up the turpentine. I raised an eyebrow at her quizzically. “When the baby is born, open this and set it on the highest shelf closet to the front door. It will help kill germs as people enter your home and minimize the chances of the little one getting sick.”

His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green. "Now Mr. James Monroe," said Penina's husband, Art. "I'm going to classify you as a Sigma four. High enough to get you that campaign job, but not so high they think you have money. Your attributes will be hearing and sight, that shouldn't get you into too much trouble, as well as strength, hence the sigma part and you seem to fit the bill physically for that, and your last one will be-" He flicked at the screen a moment as he thought. "How about dexterity?" Penina chuckled behind him. Warmth trickled with her laugh. "My dear, you have just made him into a male model."

Penelope said as she stood and leaned forward over the desk. "I apologize, Luna Marigold and Penelope. I do not mean to upset you. I understand that my mate, Alpha Eli, had proposed marriage to you. However, this was before he knew he had a fated mate. You both should know what they teach us in school about fated bonds. They are the most sacred bond of all. I may not have grown up within an Alpha family, but Alpha blood runs through me, which made me top student in patrols. I'm fated to Eli for a reason, Penelope, and we are following the path the Moon Goddess has made for us. Now, I am here to help and propose a potential alliance between packs. If a war is to start, we need all the help we

“Mrs. Veyron.” “Thank you, Mara,” Cassian said. “We’ll take it from here.” She nodded quickly. “He’s settled. Meds are in this bag. The notes are on top.” She lowered her voice. “He is… difficult.” “I know,” Cassian said. “I’m right here,” another voice cut through, sharp as glass. We both turned. Lucian sat in a sleek black wheelchair at the base of the stairs. His posture was perfect; his eyes were cruel.

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,