Super Mature Novels & Stories

"Somebody must've made a breakthrough to level eight supreme saint. This spectacle is so intimidating!" "That person must be super lucky to achieve a breakthrough!"

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Dax smiled. "What?" Tamera shouted. "It was my great grandmother's." Dax replied. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what you are." Tamera said. "I'm still me. Still the man you fell in love with. There's just an extra part of me you don't know." Dax explained. "Is that part dangerous to me?" Tamera asked. "No. You're my mate and mates can't hurt each other." Dax tried explaining. "What does mate mean?" Tamera asked.

I said. “You just have to relax,” Terrence retorted. “I'll accompany you. You don't have to worry.” “I'm not worried, I'm just curious how that harvester monster appeared and we had to make it die in one stab,” I explained. Terrence chuckled lightly then rolled his arms over my stomach. He recounted that the harvester monster appeared because he inhaled the scent of each werewolf's mature body. At first I was curious about what a mature werewolf meant. But in the end I understood that what was meant by a mature werewolf was a werewolf who had never mated or knotted.

-And you won't go out at night. -No, mother, I promise I'll take care of myself. -It's okay... -I'll be fine, really, nothing bad will happen to me. -I don't know why I keep feeling this way, but I'm going to trust that you'll be fine. -I don't understand why you're so afraid if nothing ever happened to me. -No, but you're of age now and you haven't had sex, that's something the gods like. -Mom, calm down, we've never seen one. -It's true, I'm calming down.

"No, there are a few more, but they're females. You and your grandfather are the only male humans on the ship." "How long have you been here?" Jay shrugged. "A few years." It was silent for a while. "My mom told me you had a run in with a Nuper Maturum." "A Nuper Maturum?" Colby asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah. They're Lycan’s that are newly matured. It basically means they’re old enough to start mating and can discern scents outside of their family and produce a mating scent." "Gotcha," Colby stated.

"I know, I know. He's a murderer, A liar. A criminal. I shouldn't still love him, after all I've heard. But I do. And that's the worst part." Thee was another long silence before Sophia spoke again. "I feel you Pam. Although, you're allowed to feel like shit, but you're not allowed to remain like that." Pamela smiled weakly. "Guru Sophia...Since when are you so wise?" "Since I started binge watching therapy TikTok's. Sophia grinned. "Now come one. Let's get you home before you start crying so hard people think you lost your baby." They walked in silence for a while, then Sophia cleared her throat. "So..em...Did Jason text you?"

*** Mature Content 18+ Goddess, it had been a long day. Between the stress of supervising his vast businesses to managing his kingdom and his ever-demanding, very pregnant luscious mate, he would grow old in no time. Except he had stopped aging at 28. Thank you, Goddess, for small mercies.

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Marco's voice was weak. The doctor suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud. "Don Vitale, the surgery successfully separated you, but… because of the earlier tearing and the chemical burns, the damage to the erectile tissue is severe." "Speak plainly!" "In the future… you may not be able to achieve a normal erection…" Silence fell like death. Marco's face shifted from pale to twisted with rage. Ruined? He, the mighty mafia Don, had been crippled by a woman with a bottle of glue?!