Remas Tetek Novels & Stories

His hands run up my shins before stopping at my knees, and pushing my legs gently apart. He hums in appreciation as he looks down at me. “Isn’t she perfect, Rem?” “Yes,” Remy breathes, still exactly where Callen left him. His fingers trail over me gently, making me gasp at the barely there contact over my sensitive flesh before travelling up over the small patch of hair and stopping at my lower stomach, where he rests his hand. “Tell me, Remy, did you put a baby in my mate?” “I… think…” Remy hesitates before he squares his shoulders, a streak of stubbornness and pride trickling through the bond. “Yes,” he says confidently.

My medical history came out, so I wasn't scared, because I knew, from the beginning of all I started, I would win, because I was the only mother of children. I opened my eyes, took a sip of my wine, and a woman stopped in front of me in a black dress, with a hump on her stomach, and it looked like it was I am about to ignore her, case the calling card she holds is familiar, that is Reme's calling card, and the nooko quickly nodded. She is about to talk ahead of me. "Are you looking for Remonise Doctolorez?" I said and he nodded quickly, his face shone.

I covered my mouth, a wave of nausea washing over me. "Stay away from me." Caleb's eyes registered the hurt. "Do I truly repulse you that much?" I took a moment to regain my composure before speaking, my voice laced with ice. "For the baby's well-being, please maintain your distance." Caleb froze, his eyes widening. "B-baby?" I gently laid a hand on my still-flat stomach. "The Wolf King's pup. Of pure bloodline." Caleb's mouth parted, his usually sharp wit rendered utterly useless.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

Now to find Remin, the woman to whom she had given her darling baby, Strukus. Termla approached the small building a few feet away from the river bank where Remin lived. She had no reason to disguise herself since she appeared to be Fella, a young plain-looking woman, no one would pay attention to her. She approached the house uninterrupted and knocked at the door. From within she heard the sound of a child and smiled, her baby was healthy and safe. She heard Remin’s beautiful voice sing cheerful songs to her child, the singing stopped when she heard the knock.

She giggled a bit before checking my vitals then the incision from the C-section, “That’s normal considering you had to be put under to deliver the babies.” She tells me, “However,” I looked at her, a bit worried, “I’m afraid that there were some complications during the surgery. You won’t be able to have any more children, Mrs. Zane. We had to do an emergency hysterectomy.” I stare at her then at the guys that were holding our children, then smile, shaking my head, “That’s fine.” I say, “These four little ones are going to be all I can handle.” She nods,

said Sameeksha. “Mommy brain?” asked Michelangelo. “Well, when a woman gets pregnant her brain shrinks. Thus, they tend to forget things. You are our leader, we need you sharp, got it?” said Sameeksha. “Yes, ma’am.” “Lift your legs and put it on stirrups,” said Sameeksha. “What? You have to put gel on my stomach, right?” asked Renata. “Nope! Vaginal ultrasound,” smirked Sameeksha.

I spat at her "Then let me tell you, You all are the same to me you little whore want to be my Luna, you want to be my Mate, I will only love my moon goddess has blessed me, your tricks are nothing to me, but like others, I will give you a chance you will stay in here for a month then I will decide your future." Mack linked me at the moment 'Alpha it's ready.' I linked back as 'okay' he asked again ' is there anything else you...'

Remy I'm seeing things for the first time through new eyes. Instead of being jaded by the experiences I had as a kid, I'm opening my heart to new feelings. As we walk through Target, I let Tatum's enthusiasm rub off onto me. "What about this one, Rem?" She holds up a plate, showing it to me. It's white in the middle with a ring of gray around the outside. "Not too girly, but not totally masculine either."

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.