99 Novel(s) Related To Rapid Pregnancy Stories

"Well, that's where it becomes complicated. I went to prom and I told Gramps that I didn't want to. My boyfriend came to pick me up and he was acting weird. After prom, he broke up with me and started dating another girl in my class. I was heartbroken and I started drinking. I got dizzy and asked Clara for the keys to the room. She gave me the keys but I went into the wrong room. I met this man and that's how it all happened. I woke up the next day, I had lost my virginity and the scholarship I was going to write exams for. I didn't get to see the man after that. That was the end. Now I'm pregnant, I don't even want to look for him. I'll just give birth and keep my baby." "Oops, that's some deep shit." I laughed. "You sound like you're from the streets. Are you? Heard your husband calling me lad, wasn't expecting it though." "What do you take me for girl? I might be a lil old but I still schooled in NYC. It's a big flex and in my time, everywhere was ghetto. So the problem we are trying to solve is how to deliver this baby safely. You are not looking for the father, right? I hope you wouldn't be sad when the child asks for her father like you are asking for yours."

The urgency in his voice matches the urgency in my heart as he speeds towards the hospital, praying that we make it in time. I can't help but think about all the preparations we still need to make for the baby's arrival. The nursery isn't fully set up, and we haven't even packed our hospital bags yet. But in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is getting to the hospital safely and bringing our baby into the world. As we race through the streets, I can't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. The pain in my stomach is relentless, but I know that it's a sign that our little one is eager to meet us. With each passing minute, the urgency grows stronger, and I find myself holding onto Korey's and Gage’s hands for dear life. We're in this together, and no matter what happens, I know that we'll face it as a team.

“These past few days I’ve been off—no appetite and always tired. “At first, I thought it was just my period coming, but it never did… Then today it suddenly struck me, maybe I was pregnant, so I went to get checked.” Louis wasn’t even listening anymore. He snatched the report from her hand, staring at it, his eyes drinking in every line. “This is so fast. I thought… I thought we’d never get the chance… but it’s so fast.” His voice tumbled out in broken murmurs, completely incoherent. Then he lifted his head, grinning like a child. “It’s because you’ve been so diligent that I got pregnant so quickly. Even Dr. Grant said it doesn’t usually happen this way.”

All he was waiting for was me to step inside, and then we'll be off, which I didn't hesitate to do. He sits across from me in the helicopter, and I stare through the window. The memory and the scenery of everything feels like déjà vu, and I immediately remember the night after my one-night stand with Jasmine, when I was whisked off at the very next moment on a plane to Italy, back where I belonged, to finish up the business I started. Then at one of my most heartbreaking events of all time, I was expected not to show any hint of emotion at all. That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in.

Suddenly, a violent spasm ripped through her lower abdomen, radiating straight up her spine with the force of a blow. Elena let out a sharp gasp of pain, her knees completely buckling beneath her weight. She collapsed heavily into the deep snowbank, her hands instinctively curling over her rounded stomach. The sudden acceleration of her pregnancy was no longer a theoretical threat; it was a terrifying reality. The concentrated power of Marcus’s anchored Alpha aura from hours ago had acted like an irreversible catalyst, forcing the royal pup to mature at a supernatural speed. The intense physical stress of her escape, combined with the freezing temperature of the blizzard, had triggered her labor pains weeks before her time.

Adrian’s POV By the time I reached Damien Blackwell’s residence, anger had already shifted into something heavier—frustration mixed with humiliation. The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. London looked cold and miserable through the car windows while notifications continued flooding my phone every few seconds. News articles, speculations, photos. Every headline seemed designed to make things worse. Aria Collins linked to Damien Blackwell after hospital leak Mystery pregnancy fuels billionaire scandal People were discussing my fiancée’s pregnancy like it was entertainment. And somehow Damien’s name sat beside hers in every article.

Which immediately made him suspicious. “Is there a reason you don’t want them to know?” Miranda swallowed. Then looked away. That alone made Colin sit upright properly. “What is it?” “The doctor said the pregnancy is risky.” Colin frowned. “How risky?” Miranda’s voice became quieter now. “I’m hypertensive.” The room went still. Colin stared at her. “…What?” Miranda forced herself to continue. “The stress from everything that happened with Adrian affected my health badly.” Her fingers curled tighter into the blanket. “The doctor said carrying the pregnancy could become dangerous for me.”

Raina was quiet in the nursery. Arabella locked the bathroom door. Her hands were shaking so violently she nearly dropped the strips. She waited. One minute. Two. The silence in the bathroom felt like it was screaming. She stared at the small digital screens, her vision blurring with tears. The first one flickered. Pregnant. The second. Pregnant. The third and fourth followed suit. Tiny black letters confirming a reality that felt like a dream. Arabella sank onto the edge of the tub, a sob breaking from her throat. She wasn't just pregnant. She was pregnant naturally. Without a doctor. Without a plan. Without the shadow of a conspiracy hanging over the beginning of a life.

I know i accepted getting pregnant but the fact that it is real made me feel numb. Now i am four months pregnant and im swollen like a whale. My belly looks like im nine months pregnant. When we went for a sonogram we found out that i was pregnant with triplets and since it was the first time being pregnant, i am going to have a c-section. Killian has been kept in our cells and he has been acting psychotic. The time he found out i was indeed pregnant, he shouted through the bar of his cell at me telling me how i am letting his baby get raised by killers. When i told him that the baby wasnt his and i was never pregnant when i ran away from him he tried choking me. Luckily i was sort of far from the bars and Kingston was between me and killian.

Kira cried in pain. The doctor examined Kira and said, “You are not in labour but you are contracting. Let me give you some pain meds to ease it. But I am appalled. You should get admitted right away. I do not understand how is your pregnancy progressing so rapidly. You are a medical marvel!” But Rani’s mother gave the doctor a scathing look and dragged Kira out. "Medical marvel, my ass," Rani's mother muttered. "Such a pathetic doctor!" However, they had not even stepped out of the compound in which the doctor’s clinic was there when Kira stopped dead in her tracks in shock.

“Your pregnancy will not follow the usual six to seven months. Based on the readings, it’ll be closer to five. Perhaps even less.” I blink. “Less?” He nods. “Your child’s growth rate is accelerated. Remarkably so. It’s rare, but not unheard of—your mother’s pregnancy was the same. You were born early too, strong and fully developed.” His eyes gleam with professional curiosity. “This little one is just following in your footsteps. Or perhaps… surpassing them.” I swallow hard, my gaze drifting down to my belly. My footsteps. My child. The words feel too heavy, too sacred to say aloud.

Phillip, excited about having a cousin, promised to be the best older cousin ever. Pregnancy brought its own set of challenges and joys. Sarah experienced morning sickness and cravings, and Daniel was there every step of the way, offering comfort and support. They attended prenatal classes, prepared the nursery, and read every parenting book they could find. Each milestone, from the first ultrasound to feeling the baby kick, brought them closer.

“I’ve never come across a case like yours before, but I’m assuming maybe you didn’t show for the first three months, and only realized you were pregnant later on.” “It’s impossible. My mate and I - It was the first time three months ago.” “It’s very unusual, but if you do recall your exact date of conception, here’s my number so I can update your file.” The doctor passed me a card. The doctor wasn’t of much help, I thought disappointedly as I left the hospital. So my case was rare, and I would just have to be extra careful if I wanted to give birth to a healthy child. By my own calculations and from what the doctor said, it seemed that my baby was growing twice as fast than any normal pregnancy. From all the letters from my mother, there was nothing that indicated that her pregnancy was anything but normal. Then again, I was the different one - a hybrid - and perhaps that had something to do with all of this.

“Look, I can’t explain the biology yet. Honestly? It doesn’t make sense. But we can both see it. His bump isn’t that of someone barely two or three months along. It’s growing faster much faster. Like the clock’s been cut in half.” I pressed my palms against my jaw, dragging them down my face. “You’re telling me my Jay…. my Jay who just had his stomach cut open two days ago is carrying babies on fast-forward?” James didn’t flinch. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. And if the pace keeps up, we’re not looking at a normal pregnancy. We’re looking at a race against time.” Well, there was nothing normal about this pregnancy to begin with. A man carrying babies? Nature had already thrown out the rulebook. Still, hearing James lay it down so plainly made it all too real. Two months. Two goddamn months.

Radhika was 20 weeks pregnant, with triplets her baby bump looked adorable, not messy. While her enthusiasm was on high not like her last pregnancy with Vishad where she had been all-time weak and dizzy. While suruchi was busy with the IPO launching process and taking care of business’ other works too. And Vihaan, Uff! He got mad. It was his first time taking care of a pregnant wife and doing business and living with a toddler who was running everywhere and creating a fuss.

“What happened today?” Adeline’s voice was barely a whisper as she confessed, “I have a very complicated and dangerous pregnancy. The doctor said my baby might come early and there is a high chance I won’t make it. My body... it is too weak and full of diseases I caught during the pregnancy. I’m just sad that I may never get to meet my baby.”

It sounded like a fairy tale or a nightmare. “Are you crazy?” I said. My voice was getting louder. “Even if that story is true, I don’t want to be pregnant! I am too young. I still have a life to live. I am still in school, Enzo! I am not ready for a baby or any of this!” My chest felt very tight. Everything was happening much too fast for me to handle. First, there was Desmond and the threat of death. Then there was the contract I didn’t understand. Now there was a baby. The danger felt like it was growing every second.

she said, pointing at my bump as I sighed. "Oh, this? Well, it's a long story for another day," I said as I lay tiredly on my bed. "That day is today, so you are telling us why you are the only wife pregnant and why you got pregnant so fast… Sorry for sounding toxic," she said as the both of them stared at me dramatically. I sighed, not knowing how to tell them about my rape story; that sounds insane, and no normal being would believe that. "Well, I'm married now, so everything is possible; let's just change the topic to something else, please," I replied, frustrated by the thought of actually having a rape baby.

She had put it all together. I had always known this day would come. I just thought I’d have more time. --- The memory slammed into me without warning. I was twenty again, standing in my tiny bathroom on an ordinary Tuesday morning, the tile cold under my bare feet. I held the pregnancy test I’d taken three times because the first two felt too big to be real. Three lines. Same answer every time. What hit me first wasn’t fear. Fear came later, slow and vicious. First came this bright, overwhelming rush of joy that made my hands shake and my throat tighten.

"Promise me you'll take things slow." She could see he was worried about them."I promise."She cupped his jaw."You finally going to be dad,I bet you never pictured having triplets when you'll be a first time dad." "I never pictured I'll be married to such an amazing woman. You the mother of my babies so I don't care how many we'll have as long as you bear all of them." "I'm so afraid Max hearing the doctor say it's a high risk pregnancy worries me,and this pre-eclampsia thing is even more scary what if I let our babies down.What if I let you down."