Arc II of Carrying a Villain's Kid... Rei's eyes widened as the words resonated in her mind. After all this time, her son, Touya...was alive? She honestly didn't know how to feel. She feels happy and relieved, but the guilt is eating her up inside. If her son really is alive, would he even want to see her? After she shunned him because of his appearance? Because he couldn't help looking like Enji? Something he had no control of. After she was a terrible mother. "Touya's alive?" She asked in a whisper. Arc III of Carrying a Villain's Kid... "As you know, there have been a few cases already made against the President these past few decades, but one of them stood out to me the most" She paused. "And I think you're going to want to know" "Well spit it out, what is it?" Keigo asked, raising a brow in question. "A female omega, would now be in her late forties" She looked at the file in her hands. "Her name's Karin Tsubasa, your mother" Keigo froze and simply stared at the other omega across from him. Seconds in deafening silence felt like centuries. He gulped and let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "My what?"

im writing this story because I literally only read ONE story of Trans shiggy and I want more so I will make some more myself ⚠️ just a warning ⚠️ this may contain some triggering events im exactly sure what will happen...but knowing me it will probably be bad... also im new so no hate please... and if you do hate I honestly won't care ps. the characters do not belong to me Also I am sorry , I am not writing a Summary until I end this because I have no idea where this story is going to go Also there might be smut and fluff and some self harm in this Enjoy!

all I can tell you is to figure out your soulmate is to write on your arm or anywhere on your body, then it will appear on your soulmate and on the exact same spot where you put the writing/drawing. Might be some nsfw or smut in this, idk I just made this

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

UNDER CONSTRUCTION! This book is being edited some chapters may not make sense right now but I also don't want to delete this version so please look past time jumps and spelling right now! Was #1 in -Onenightstand -Gaypride -reckless -pills -wattpadpride ■■■ SMUT, 18+ ■■■ ♡Kitten Series♡ 1○ Kitten 2○ Mistress 3○ Tipsy 4○ Controlled 5○ Waves 6● Time-laps 7○ Motions 8○ Conditions 9○ Consequences "Um," I mumbled as she sucked on my neck no doubt leaving a hickey. "I want to have sex with you." "No Dolly." She breathed down my neck, her British accent was such a turn on. "Please," I beg. "Miss Spencer, I told you I wouldn't." "But please I want to have sex with you. Please?" She ran her hand down over my body and hooked her thumb in the waistband of my pants. "Don't beg, you don't know how badly I want you." □□□ THIS STORY IS BEING EDITED, THE SPELLING IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE THIS WAS WRITTEN AGES AGO.

//Complete\\ "Do you really want to waste this opportunity? When you're looking back in fifty years time, don't you think you're gonna regret not giving something that could've been beautiful a chance just because you were scared?" ~~~ Rowan Cullen is a walking disaster. He is a socially awkward, anxious mess and he knows it. Kyrie Nixon is a self titled "cool guy" who tries to avoid Rowan at all costs, especially at school. The two have never got on, having been forced to practically live together for most of their lives by their parents. Rowan isn't sure why Kyrie despises him so much. Kyrie puts it down to how annoying he is. But with their two friendship groups merging together, a bed they have to share every night, and the lack of a real reason to hate one another, they find themselves growing closer than they ever thought they'd be. ~started 21/03/21~ ~finished 04/07/21~

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."