Novels by E.J kate

BellaThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.Alex’s arm was wrapped around me from behind, his large hand resting protectively over my very pregnant belly. The twins were quiet this morning, just soft little flutters, as if they too were enjoying the peaceful start to the day. Sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, and the house was still. It was Saturday no school for Emily, no office for Alex. Just us.I shifted slightly, and Alex stirred, pressing a slow kiss to the back of my neck.“Good morning, my love,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep. His hand moved in lazy circles over my belly. “How are you feeling after last night?”A soft blush warmed my cheeks. Last night had been intense, passionate, and deeply loving. My body still carried the pleasant ache of being thoroughly loved.“I feel good,” I whispered, turning in his arms to face him. “A little sore, but in the best way.”He searched my eyes, concern flickering there even as he smiled. “Tell me if it was

Alex I was in the middle of a strategy meeting with the senior team when my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at it discreetly, expecting another email about the Thompson account. Instead, it was a message from Bella.The photo loaded first.My breath caught hard in my throat.Bella was completely naked on our bed, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs with the thick dildo buried deep inside her glistening pussy. Her pregnant belly was beautifully round and full, breasts heavy and swollen, nipples dark and tight. Her face was flushed with raw pleasure, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded in desperate need. She looked like pure sin wrapped in the soft glow of pregnancy.Then the voice note played through my earbuds.“Alex… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m so wet and aching for you. Please come home soon… I need you inside me…”Her voice was breathy, needy, and trembling with arousal. My cock hardened instantly, straining painfully against my slacks.“Fuck,” I muttered under m

BellaI woke up slowly, nestled against Alex’s warm chest, his arm draped protectively around my very pregnant belly. At nearly seven months with twins, my body felt heavy and full, but there was a deep, quiet contentment in it now. The strange incidents from weeks ago had faded, and life had settled into a gentle rhythm that felt almost too good to be true.Alex stirred beside me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his hand sliding over my belly. “How are my girls doing today?”I smiled, placing my hand over his. “We’re good. The twins were doing gymnastics earlier, but they’ve settled now. I think they like it when you talk to them in the morning.”He chuckled and slid lower, pressing gentle kisses across my belly. “Hey, little ones,” he murmured, voice warm and tender. “Take it easy on Mommy today, okay? She’s working so hard to grow you both strong and healthy. Daddy loves you already.”The simple moment filled me with quiet joy. These were the

AlexIn no time, a month had passed and then two months. Today was the day I resumed work at the office.I was surprised when I received the email that I was allowed back into the office even though the three month restriction hadn’t fully elapsed yet. The message was brief and professional, signed by HR, stating that after internal review and client feedback, the partners had agreed to lift the physical restriction early. I stared at the screen for a long moment, a mix of shock and quiet gratitude washing over me.I missed the office. Deeply. It wasn’t just a building or a job it was my life’s work. The place where Robert and I had built something from nothing, pouring late nights, risky decisions, and endless belief into every brick and contract. Being forced to work from home had left a hollow feeling in my chest, like a piece of me was missing. Getting called back early also sparked a fragile hope I hadn’t dared to entertain fully: perhaps a future where Robert could forgive me

BellaThe late afternoon sun bathed the living room in a warm, golden light. I sat on the couch with my feet propped up, a soft pillow supporting my lower back, while one of the twins did slow, lazy somersaults inside me. At nearly seven months, my belly felt enormous, but I had grown to love the weight of it the constant reminder that our babies were growing strong and healthy.Alex was in the kitchen preparing dinner, humming quietly to himself. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs filled the house. Emily was at the dining table doing her homework, occasionally glancing over at me with a proud smile whenever she finished a math problem.This was peace.Real, tangible peace.The strange incidents from a few weeks ago had completely stopped. No more cancelled appointments. No more uneasy feelings of being watched. No more aggressive drivers. Life had settled into a gentle rhythm that felt almost too good to be true. Alex had been incredibly attentive driving me to every appointmen

LaurenI stared at the framed photo on my mantelpiece the one of Emily as a toddler, smiling brightly in Alex’s arms. It used to bring me a twisted sense of satisfaction. Now it only fueled the fire raging inside my chest.How dare he?How dare Alex Reed think he could just move on and build a perfect little life with that pathetic Harper girl? While I sat here, watching from the outside like some discarded toy. He had the nerve to play house, to smile at Bella like she was the center of his universe, to parade around with her swollen belly like it was some grand achievement.And Emily… my own daughter… was falling for it.The anger had been simmering for weeks. It boiled hotter every time I thought about them together. Bella had taken everything. First my husband, then my place in the family narrative, and now even my child’s loyalty. I wouldn’t stand for it much longer.I picked up my phone and dialed Alex’s number. He answered on the third ring, his voice guarded.“Lauren.”“Alex,”