Malebirth Stories

PROLOGUE The Villainess Was Me I died hating a fictional woman. Her name was Sasha. Same as me The villainess of the most ridiculous reverse-harem novel I'd ever read. In her world, women ruled households, while gers-beautiful men marked by a red mole between their brows-could bear children. Sasha was rich. Cruel. Arrogant. And married to three terrified husbands. According to the novel, she would lose her fourth potential husband, drown in a river, and leave her three husbands to miserable deaths. I hated the ending. "Who writes something this cruel?" Then I laughed. "If I were Sasha, I'd change the whole damn story." Those were my last words. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my office. I was lying in a strange wooden bed. A frightened maid was calling me Young Mistress. I stumbled toward a bronze mirror. A beautiful woman stared back. Long black hair. Cold eyes. And a tiny red mark painted on her forehead. No. Not painted. A marriage seal. Three names waited on the table. Elias. Ren. Adrian. My husbands. My heart stopped. Then I heard something outside. The distant roar of a river. The same river where Sasha was supposed to die. I smiled despite myself. "So..." I looked into the mirror. "The villainess is alive." A strange whisper drifted through the room. "Then change your fate." My smile vanished. Because the voice... was mine.

After James has a baby he decides to get together with his best friends. After a year they decide they want to make it official but what happens when another baby decides to come into the mix?