Annabeth Pregnant Novels & Stories

"Did you really think I'd stay away when I have such important news?" My stomach dropped. She turned to face the council, her hand still on Lucian, her smile growing wider. "My lords and ladies of the council," she announced, her voice ringing through the chamber. "I came here tonight to share wonderful news. Lucian and I are engaged to be married." The world tilted. "And," she continued, her ruby eyes flickering to me with triumph, "I'm pregnant with his child. The first pureblood heir to the Aion bloodline in three centuries."

Annabeth asked carefully after taking another deep breath. “Is this what you want to say to me?” Josh asked. Annabeth immediately clenched her fists tightly and looked carefully at Josh. “I… I’m pregnant…” “Indeed, you knew all along. If that’s the case, why did you lie to me when I asked you about it?” Josh asked. “Annabeth, the kid’s mine, right?” Josh continued. Annabeth subconsciously shook her head. “No… No, the baby belongs to my boyfriend.”

" What? Laid off? No way. My mouth went dry and a lump formed in my throat, as I stared blankly at Jack. Sudden heat arose behind my eyelids, and my stomach tingled. The room which was as quiet as a graveyard just a few moments ago suddenly became boisterous, and Jack tried calming everyone down, including Kate, who looked like she'd been touched by a ghost. Her face turned pale from the news, an indication that just like everyone, she wasn't aware of the new development before now. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I held the back of my chair for support, analyzing Jack's words carefully.

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

His heart rate picked up upon seeing the surrogacy agency’s number and almost missed the call from his frozen state of shock. Almost. He answered. “Blackwell.” A bright, professional voice chimed through the speaker despite it clearly being after hours. He hadn’t heard her voice in months, but he knew it instantly. Annabeth Hale — part witch, part human, and stubbornly determined to live her life on the human side of the veil. He didn't mind her. She knew enough about the supernatural world to be useful, but identified herself as human and he respected her choice especially since she seemed to genuinely respect his choices too. Not often single men wanted to become fathers.

“Is this what I think it is?” She nodded, slow and weak. “Yes…..” I dragged a hand down my face, trying to think, trying to breathe, trying not to fall apart. Pregnant? Annabel is pregnant with my child. My baby. Ours. Something warm and terrifying spread across my chest. Mr. Green leaned forward. “Daniel, I called you here because you need to know. And because this situation…… it can’t be ignored. She was planning on keeping it from you.” My eyes moved to Annabel, her small frame, her trembling hands, her wet lashes. She looked like she was waiting for me to scream. Waiting for me to walk out. Waiting for me to break her in a way she wouldn’t recover from.

The doctor said there was zero chance of Ava's survival, as her mother was only five months pregnant, but she was a little warrior. "Hey! How are you doing," Martin's wife, Annabelle asked. Anabelle was a pretty blonde with a beautiful figure. She was only 20, when she got pregnant with her daughter, Avery, who was now 7. They all went inside and started chatting about stuff going on in their lives. "Hey, you guys know the elders have come to the neighboring pack," Anabelle said as she gave Ava her milkshake. "Really," Ava's mother asked.

" Deep down, Phoebe knew showing up today wasn't a smart move. She was only forced into the light by Victor's erratic actions. She must have thought she could talk her way out of this mess by sweet-talking me and spinning her usual lies, but in the end, everyone had to pay the price for their actions. Her eyes were full of reluctance as she looked at me. When she noticed everyone holding up their phones and recording her every move, she had no choice but to turn and flee. However, Victor grabbed her leg, clutching his stomach and preventing her from leaving. "Bitch, you're carrying my baby. You can't just walk away…" I noticed blood dripping down his forehead. Since this was a matter of life

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

That was how far he went just to avoid her. When he heard the news, he immediately frowned, staring from her stomach, back to her face. “I don't . . . understand.” Annabella touched her belly, feeling the disgust that seemed to follow her like a cloud since she had been defiled by a mere Halfling. “I'm pregnant, Scott. But you don't have to worry, it's not your child.” He blinked slowly, his features returning to their usual state of disinterest. “Then why are you telling me?”