Accidental Pregnancy Romance Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, sometimes I can't keep quiet." "No, that's not a problem. The truth is, I got pregnant accidentally. I was at a party with my friend, and a handsome guy showed up; we were interested in each other and ended up sleeping together that night. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant." I gave a brief summary; I don't like to lie, but I also don't need to give so many details. "Wow, I don't know if that was lucky or unlucky, but one thing's for sure: you'll always have the man of your life by your side." That's a fact; Dominic will never hurt me or break my heart, as others have done before.

It wasn’t mine. It was dated two weeks ago. Beneath it, written in ink: Two heirs. One legacy. I nearly dropped it. Adrian grabbed it, scanned it twice. “This can’t be real.” “She’s pregnant,” I whispered. “It’s a lie.” “What if it’s not?” He went cold. “She wants to challenge the child’s legitimacy.” I nodded. “If she proves her pregnancy came first….” “The contract shifts. The company goes to the child born of the true wife.”

leaving Emily all to herself at the penthouse, She took care of a few marketing tasks for her new freelance job, answered emails, and hopped on some virtual meetings. Once she finished doing all her tasks for the day She decided to step outside for some fresh air, hoping to clear her mind from all the chaos that had unfolded lately She had thought this whole fake marriage would be simple—just a contract, nothing more. But it was starting to get complicated. And worse, she was beginning to feel something she shouldn’t for Liam. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t what she wanted. By evening, Emily had gotten back to the penthouse, she had a shower and decided to prepare for the dinner d

'There He Goes Again. Nicholas didn't say anything, he took a slow sip of his Champagne while gazing far into the beautiful looking clouds outside. He thought about the bet he made with himself earlier when he and Rachel together mentioned their dream destination in Southeast Asia. He had told himself back then that if their goals turned out to be the same, he would promise to give himself one more chance to love someone, but Rachel's answer made him a little unsure of his own decision. Rachel cleared her throat softly. “Um, by the way, what about my fake pregnancy? We have to plan a fake miscarriage soon, they'll know I'm not pregnant if they drag me to the gynecologist,” she deliberately c

Emily snorts, covering her mouth like she’s trying not to enjoy this as much as she is. "Well, at least you’re meeting him. That’s a step forward, right? You can finally tell him about the pregnancy.” I flop back against the couch, groaning. Everything feels way too real now. Talking about it is one thing, but seeing him again? Ethan Blackwood? The man I accidentally married in Vegas after a night of drunken mistakes and bad decisions? “This is already a disaster.” I groan. Loudly. Emily sits up straighter. "Lexi, you’re doing the right thing. He needs to know."

I whined. "Let me get this straight: you went and got drunk, and then you suddenly had a miscarriage." She paused. "Congratulations, you just took away the only chance I had of ever being a grandmother. "I'll forgive you and pretend you didn't do anything to cause it, "she replied sarcastically."I was thinking more along the lines of a car accident. Someone could just run me over, and if I end up with amnesia, that would be even better." I sighed. "What if that plan goes wrong, and you end up paralyzed? Besides, Derek would find that unfortunate driver. Do you want to ruin a man's life and have him stay in prison for the rest of his life because Derek will do that?" she asked.

Michael laid down the law about George, making sure that he would never be dragged into this again, and when he was done, we finally got on to Allison. She had been a one-night stand from a while ago—about three years, not long before Winnie had come into my life and everything had changed. My bachelor days felt so very far behind me now, and it was hard to remember that I had ever been like that. How had I found the time for it? I had no idea. But that wasn’t important now. What was important was that she had gotten pregnant from the encounter, she had kept the baby, and she had been raising him by herself ever since.

The conversations flowed effortlessly, seamlessly blending shared laughter with moments of comfortable silence. Upon landing, they exited the plane hand in hand, stepping into the familiar surroundings of their hometown. The journey from the airport to their respective homes was filled with a comfortable ease, a stark departure from the awkwardness that lingered after their contract marriage. Days turned into weeks, and the vibrant memories of their Las Vegas adventure continued to shape their evolving relationship. The shared experiences became touchpoints, anchoring them in a newfound understanding of each other. One day, as they sat in a cozy coffee shop, Ashley looked at Ian with a twink

"Mom thinks that if Fachri wants to get married, it must be to Rachel. Because, for all his life, only Fachri has been brought here. Only Rachel has been introduced to us. Mom even tried to contact Rachel. Turns out, Rachel had no idea where Fachri disappeared for a week. Because she didn't believe it, Mom kept pushing her. Who knows who the woman close to Fachri is if it's not her. After half an hour of persuasion, it turned out, Fachri, your favorite son, has impregnated someone. She's about to give birth too. Gone for a week without news, it turns out his girlfriend is giving birth to a baby girl. How despicable can your son be, Dad?" Rosita grilled Fachri. Speaking with pursed lips and r

"I was happy. We were going to have an additional member in our small family." I remembered the hospital visit, the confirmation of my pregnancy. Six weeks pregnant. But my joy was short-lived. Traffic delayed me on the way home. Alex was already there, angry. He accused me of cheating as soon as I walked through the door. I tried to explain. The hospital visit. The pregnancy. But he didn't listen. H pushed me down. He punched and kicked me. I tried to cover my abdomen. My baby. But it was too late. I bled.