The Demigod Breeder: Their Hated Obsession Novels & Stories

“Getting her to breed with the male of their choice.” “Getting her to breed,” Sigrid shared Meguitte’s distaste, but her eyes went to the Triquetra. Breeders of the werewolf lines had been how Greg had explained their significance to the pack. They were intended to breed and protect the next generation. “The Moon Goddess seems to have an obsession with breeding the next generation.” Greg arched an eyebrow. “Be careful, Sigrid,” he cautioned her. “They say the Goddess hears all.” Sigrid snorted. “She is too busy to be listening in on our conversation. Go on,” she prompted Meguitte.

Not one of them so much as hesitated. “We serve Lord Demi,” was all they said, in tones so flat and hollow they made my blood run cold. “We owe him everything. We are loyal to him alone.” Loyalty. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh that hurt my raw throat. That was not loyalty. Loyalty was given freely, born of respect and gratitude. This was fear. I saw it in the way their hands trembled when they spoke his name. In the way they flinched at distant footsteps. In the way they hurried away as soon as their work was done, as if the very air in this house might infect them. He had not won their devotion—he had broken them until they had no choice but to obey. Just as he had broken me.

I have been talking with one of my friends back in the city, and he started telling me about his neighbor who had gone missing a few months back, They finally found her, she was in pretty bad shape, she told the authorities she had been abducted by someone working for Demenion. Asher hesitated. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about..." His voice trailed off, uncertainty etched on his face. Kie's instincts kicked in, sensing something was amiss. "Go on," he encouraged, his tone gentle but probing. "It seems that Jamal, has a son," he paused for that to sink in, Jamal was Kie's arch-nemesis. The look on Kie's face became twisted with a hint of bitter hatred. But at this point in his life,

Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb. “Julian, you know what? I have a thousand ways to make the bastard in your womb die silently.” “I advise you to be obedient, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll take a look at the child after it’s born.” Gilbert’s tone was cold and ruthless.

Xandros nodded his head lightly with a smirk, "My breeder is my true mate..but I'm sure you all know that by now. That's why I want to change her status from breeder to Luna, so you all can respect her." "She was a stripper from a dirty club as Abaddon. She was sold and bought with a price. She's practically a slave and you want her to be the Luna we respect? That's impossible!" Another person shot. Xandros glanced at the person. "Is that your reason?" He asked. "It is. Besides, Lady Maren is standing right here and you dare to disrespect Herby saying you would give to another person her position? When she doesn't agree to the divorce?" The man scoffed lightly, "I can't believe this."

I wouldn't know how to explain it. He sighs and faces the wall to his right. "I think by now, you know there's no doubt concerning how much I love you." "I know that, Kayden. You're making me scared. " He places his hands on the desk and leans into it, still not facing me. "I have a lot to say and I don't know where to begin." "Start from the easiest part of the story?" I offer. He chuckles. "There's nothing like that in this story, love. I need you to follow me from the start, or else you will get lost. " Do you know that the demigods aren't just werewolves? "

Jett countered. Arthur shook his head. "No, Xavier has been obscene to die!" Jett's heart sank. "What?" "A forbidden romance between a lycan and a Demon brought a half-breed to the world. Furious about this betrayal, the goddess, who has a thing against demons was disappointed with her creation, and out of impulse, she cursed this half-breed to suffer the sins of his parents, caging his demon side, restraining the beast that craved blood. That restrained demon was meant to suck him dry from the inside till there was nothing left of him till the day that curse breaks, that side would be unleashed to the world and act on revenge, and mankind would be in danger. Either way, he is going to die"

The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword "This fool begged me to be his partner in crime, even though he had impregnated another woman. If I hadn't known him for a long time and understood that he was so stupid, I would have slapped him back and forth on charges of abuse..." Ariesta folded her arms over her chest. As usual in all sentences he spoke softly. But this one is really satire "Help friends don't be angry..." Edzar muttered. "If you had a little guts, you would have stayed in the aokigahara forest with Ayumi to avoid your father, rather

Isabella could see the way his jaw clenched before he offer her his back and sighed deeply. Hating herself for thinking Hayden would continue to pleasure her, Isabella tried to touch him but surprisingly Hayden jerk away from her gently and without any word Isabella turned as well. The night start with joy but ends with the opposite. Isabella couldn't understand what had make Hayden to become rigid all of a sudden but whatever it is she doesn't want to find out. She knew one thing for Sure and that is Hayden, her husband is a demigod and a Beast. Isabella eyelids drops close but she couldn't sleep. The sounds of Hayden's breath keep distracting her till almost dawn.

“Only deepens my hatred for humans.” “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “This can’t be happening. I’ve never even been to Egypt before. This is my first time. I can’t be your bride—it’s impossible.” His eyes flared brighter. “Aren’t you supposed to be grateful?” he snapped. “Happy to belong to a god?” Ivana flinched. “Nobody wants a husband who wants to kill her,” she muttered. “You dare deny me? How dare you? An insignificant mortal, ” he growled, stepping closer, “Say it again.”