“Paranormal Mpreg Romance Collection-Kindle Paranormal Mpreg Romance Novels”

It’s at this point that the book shifts direction! There are forces at work against Jerricho and Rex who want to see the heir to the throne removed and are not beyond murder and kidnapping to achieve their goals…but that’s not all they want. These people are taking and using demons for their own profit. Imprisoning them and experimenting on them, turning them into sex slaves and worse!
As with everything else in fanfic, if the writer is good, it will be a decent or possibly even brilliant story, and it won’t be less decent or less brilliant for having mpreg (or fpreg) in it. Mpreg doesn’t automatically make a story bad, and it doesn’t deserve to be jeered at and considered a sign of immaturity or horrible writing or femaleness just because it exists. (It also shouldn’t automatically be equated with slash, because the two things aren’t interchangeable. Meaning, it may occur primarily in slash pairings because the writer wants two men to have a baby or they overidentify with one of the characters or they find pregnancy erotic and might be turned on by the idea of pregnant men or they’re writing a “male character freaks out” comedy trope – but it’s not inherent to slash fic. And bad mpreg stories aren’t a blanket condemnation of all slash stories ever written.)
When he awoke in the recovery room following the operation, Dr. Olivier was there by his bedside with a warm and welcoming smile on her face.  Although he was disoriented from both the anesthesia and the cocktail of medications he’d been administered to alleviate his pain, he had to admit that she made for quite the sight.  He’d always had a thing for brunett
At least one-third of the people we know are introverts. They are the ones who prefer listening to speaking, reading to partying; who innovate and create but dislike self-promotion; who favor working on their own over brainstorming in teams. Although they are often labeled “quiet,” it is to introverts that we owe many of the great contributions to society–from van Gogh’s sunflowers to the invention of the personal computer.
Jerricho never expected to fall in love with Rex, the sexy, construction foreman, but he did. Too bad tradition forbids Jerry from marrying for love. Prince of the clandestine Anzuni demon clan, a Baelso (bearer of children), and a virgin at twenty-four, tradition dictates that Jerry marry a man chosen for him. Despite his soul-deep love for Rex, Jerry has no choice but to follow through with his obligation as prince and marry someone he doesn’t love.
Five years earlier and he’d been stripping despite being pregnant with triplets at the time, (And learned he was actually having quads when he gave birth) and after dating a chief of detectives for a while, he’d been targeted by the Italian mafia. However, he didn’t know anything, and he’d gone into labor while interrogated.
Gigabyte was having a bad day. He wasn’t necessarily upset and he certainly wasn’t angry, but bad luck kept coming his way. He wondered if it was some sort of retribution from being so close to an Alpha the night before. He just knew that whenever he received any sort of acknowledgement -or god forbid affection- from an Alpha, bad things would happen to him.
The universe in question is the Omegaverse, and it is the product of some very odd machinations in the world of fanfiction. Really, very odd. I know Frenchie has already mentioned this trope in her earlier post, but since we’re going full omegaverse here, I’ll start out with a bit of Omegaverse 101.
I’m actually less okay with it–although it still falls under “cis writers use caution,” not “NEVER EVER”–if the pregnant character is a trans man. Depicting a man as pregnant isn’t necessarily feminizing or genitalia-obsessing or intrusively gawking at transness, but it can easily tip that way.
And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley –  A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially. (I will bawl my eyes out, this is so… just so! So much) (This isn’t rated so I’ll just put it under here) 
“I’m sorry,” Jimin break down again after remembering all the times Yoongi has put him first and made him feel loved. “Yoongi, I’m sorry,” He scrambles to Yoongi’s lap again and cries in his chest while the latter shushes him.
“Oooh, the handsome guy next door has a new Carrier.” One of the orange Alpha’s four Carriers was perched atop a tree, peering into the neighboring habitat through a small rectangular hole. He slipped down the tree to join the other three below.
Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer stood back and watched, each wanting to hold their little niece and nephews but they mentally all decided to give the couple some space. With that, they all vanished from the room.
He certainly didn’t want to go back to the couch.  Staying upright was difficult, but it certainly sounded like a better prospect than the first option.  Gasping heavily as he tried to adjust his footing, Anthony flattened his hand against the wall.  “I wanna stay here…” he said finally.  
For some people, sure, it’s a kink. A lot of fanfic is about heightening normal levels of reaction and experience, emotional button-pushing, satisfying the id. Those fics only work for readers who share that kink and enjoy that level of exaggeration. Other fans enjoy mpreg for the body horror, or the examination of wizarding culture, or the impact on a particular ship dynamic. Or it’s thrown in as part of the larger picture, no big deal, no reason to stop and exclaim over it, just an accepted part of the background, and the writer would be justifiably annoyed if someone insisted their story was stupid because it didn’t have a Grand Unified Theory of Mpreg right there in the text.
This is a review of the series of books: Saved, Seen, and Heard, which should be read in order to savor this world. In this world being an omega is reminiscent of being a sexual trafficked person in our reality. You cannot help but fall in love with the omegas who are strong survivors and the men who save them. This series is about trying to change the world they live in and loving their omegas. I cried throughout this entire series for the horrific things that happened to the omegas and for the love, respect and joy they found. OUTSTANDING!!
Adam continued to push until the contraction stopped feeling the egg starting to slide back in knowing he would have to get it at least half way out before it would stay in its spot. Bearing down again, Adam groaned as he continued pushing, “Arrgghh….unnghh….”
Man why isn’t anyone here? Oh well I will just have fun by myself with my soon to be born baby./She went into the water where only her feet were getting soaked. She went deeper into the water where the water went up to her chest. It was cool and fun for her until she started getting contractions./Ow! Ow baby Delia what’s wrong?! Ung!/She stood there at her place and hunched clutching her stomach. The contractions grew worse and worse by the minute. She tried to get to shore but stumbled as she moved from the waves pushing her back./Come on you can do it Athena. Get to shore and have your baby./As she went where the water only went up to her hips a sudden PPP was heard and her water broke. Her stomach got tense sending a huge painful co
Naruto almost purred out loud at the sight of Akatora’s face, the man was handsome, and it was making his insides hot just watching the man eat. He was not insanely gorgeous like Kakashi, but more rough and manly.
To be honest when Sam had heard about the angel’s wish for children he had thought that they had been talking about the past. He hadn’t realized that the angel would follow his advice now and try to have angel babies now. He didn’t want to see his brother’s reaction to this.
“So who is taking me home tonight?” He murmured huskily, trying to sound innocent but failing as he was rubbing himself against both males, his body pulsing from the need to feel an alpha use it, feeling their eyes on him as he did.
Spy just gazed down at her. She continued to wriggle and cry as he held her. She was so small, she fit perfectly into both his hands. She had all of Sniper’s features, she was practically the spitting image of him. She still had her umbilical cord attatched. Spy felt a wave of emotions overcome him all at once. His vision blurred, tears streamed down his face and he realized he was crying. Suddenly he became aware of Sniper standing next to him. He looked up, and saw that he was crying too.
Posted in 3-3.25 star, Book Review, Gay Romance, Novella (~ 15K-50K), Paranormal, Queue, Recent Release (<6 mo), Self Published, Third | Tagged King of the Sea, merman, mpreg, Nathan Bay | Leave a reply I know I’ve read other great ones, but fuck if I can remember what they were or how to find them, or if they were actually any good to begin with. Hopefully someone else comes along with some more for you. Little mare, they called him. He swished his tail. It wasn't just his imagination; those three were getting worse. More aggressive. Lately, their taunts had gone from general bullying to sexual degradation. The only thing that saved Alvarr so far was his speed, and that they hadn't found his hiding place. Yet. “Look at me Prompto,” his voice had melted into a more stern, alpha tone with ease. Prompto nodding silently, focused on him. “You are the most breath taking, fierce, mind fucking boggling thing i have ever met. I didn’t think you could get any prettier than the first day i met you,” Prompto licked his lips in anticipation. Ugh but Cas peeking his head back in the bedroom asking, “Are you ready to go?” and considering Dean’s sprawled out on the bed and pants-less and moaning like a dying whale no he is not in fact ready to go anywhere that requires moving more than a centimeter. It actually reminds Cas of those turtles flipped on their backs that he sometimes finds in the middle of the road (and of course always stops to get them right side up and on their merry little way again). And not unlike those turtles, he goes over to the bed and gently nudges Dean. “Do you need help?” Strands of my hair stuck to my forehead; I was sweating, more than I have ever before. Drips of sweat fell down my temples as I regained my posters and steadied my breathing. I tossed my head back from exhaustion as I felt the contraction to build up again. I bore down and gave a gentle push, and I felt the baby's head slowly begin to slide out of me. [redirect url='http://acaray.com/bump' sec='7']