Novel & Cerita Unborn Books

Thank you so much to all mu lovely readers for sticking with "An Unwanted Fate" until the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did while writing it! I hope to start publishing Book 2 in the Celtic Wolf serie:: "A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas" within the next week. Sneak peek: “Mate!” My wolf howled. “She’s ours!” “What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.”

The unborn child already had a name. Then the first Blood Feather book opened by itself, and the first page showed a drawing of a baby wearing two crowns.

About an hour ago, she’d felt so lucky to have found the book without having to pre-order it. But it turned out someone else had beaten her to it, so she had no choice but to let it go. “All done?” Sea asked, holding several books in his right hand. Ayleen nodded listlessly. “Well then, let’s go home!” Sea said, walking ahead of the girl without noticing the expression on her face. Ayleen didn’t say anything and simply walked behind the young man. Sea had apparently bought three books related to chemical engineering. Ayleen glanced at him with admiratio and it seemed the young man enjoyed reading.

She slid them across the table toward Antonia. Antonia tilted her head, her fingers tracing the smooth leather. "Portia? What is this?" "Open it," Portia murmured, her eyes locked onto Antonia's with absolute earnestness. When Antonia turned the cover, her breath caught. The first page wasn’t blank. In Portia’s elegant, precise handwriting, a title was written at the top: Our Blueprint. Beneath it, Portia had sketched a beautiful, minimalist floor plan of a modern, sunlit apartment by the coast—complete with a designated studio space for Antonia's art and a small balcony overflowing with plants.

I noticed the books the moment I entered the library. They occupied an entire shelf that had been empty days ago, their spines too new, too clean, too deliberately chosen to belong to the house’s original collection. Pale colors. Muted pastels. Whites softened with greys and blush tones meant to reassure rather than inform. Pregnancy. Birth. Motherhood. Infant development. Natural routines. Emotional bonding. Titles rounded at the edges, language designed to soothe instead of warn, to promise continuity instead of rupture.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

he murmured, like he still couldn’t believe it. I nodded, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Then he reached for the pregnancy bible on the table and flipped to the bookmarked page. He cleared his throat before reading aloud. “At eighteen weeks, your baby is about the size of a bell pepper. Their tiny bones are beginning to ossify, especially in the lower limbs, and they’re practicing yawning and hiccupping.” He looked up, wonder written all over his face. “Can you believe it, Sof? Our little bell pepper is in there, yawning and hiccupping.”

Luna had brought in a few more books for me to get started on after this one. I opened the book up to a new section that was all about werewolf pregnancy. My chest panged. I didn't think it would be so triggering, but I was once again reminded of the fact that I wouldn't be able to carry werewolf pups. Then again, Heidi was making her crazy situation work, so maybe I could make mine with Tyce work too. I began to wonder if there was anything in the books about humans carrying werewolf babies. There had to be, right? From what I'd heard, it was dangerous and the mother was unlikely to survive it. But that was all he said she said. There weren't any official sources—well, besides maybe these b

"Mommy, it really hurts! Bella is trying to get rid of me! She's grabbing my umbilical cord…" When I heard her voice once more, I was slowly reeling from the fact that I had been reborn. I was truly back. In my previous life, it was that sentence that led me to do all sorts of terrible things that led to the path of no return. I did not care what sort of monster was in my womb, but I was not going to let it hurt my children.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️