Ariana Grande Pregnant Novels & Stories

" We?" "Yes, Rex… I am pregnant! We are going to have a baby!" Ariana said, embracing Rex tightly. What she failed to notice was the face of the two people with her. A face of jealousy and anger. If only she had been observant! She wouldn't have fallen into his trap. He wouldn't have hurt her so badly!

"We're having a baby." Aria's hand flew to her stomach. The flat plane of it. The warmth beneath her palm. A tiny being is growing inside of her. "I’m about to be a mother," she whispered. The words came from somewhere deep. A place that had been hollow for eighteen years. "I’m pregnant.” Rowan pressed his forehead to hers. His tears fell on her cheeks. He didn't wipe them away. "Yes Aria, You are pregnant.” "You're happy." She said it like she was testing the words. Making sure they were true. "You're really happy."

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

"Because if I find out you’re playing both sides, I’ll burn this place down with both of us in it." A long pause. Then Martha picked up her phone and dialed. "Aaron. Yes, it’s me. I have someone here who says she’s pregnant with your child. Vivienne. Yes. She’s here right now." There was silence on her end. Her gaze never left mine. "I see. Well. That clears up a few things. We’ll talk soon." She ended the call. "He confirmed it," she said. "Said it was a mistake." "It wasn’t."

April 26, 2016 Pacific Grand Hospital. 10:15 AM For six years, Adina King-Harrington had dreamed of this moment. Prayed. Begged. Cried. Clawed at hope even when it felt impossible. And now—finally—it was here. She was pregnant. Her hands trembled as she clutched the test results, her breath unsteady. A lump formed in her throat, thick and overwhelming, as tears burned the back of her eyes.

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

He held her tight as they watched the scene. "I'm so glad you're a p**n star," he tells her. "Thanks, Daddy!" she squeals. "Ooh, I have good news. I'm pregnant! Mrs. Miller is going to document my whole pregnancy and all the men and women I fuck!" "Wonderful," Pastor Green tells her. "You'll be such a famous p**n star!" He rubs her belly and Annie knows she will be. * * * Kristen cums on her fingers.

“That…has alcohol in it, right?” Alina smirked and nodded her head. “I can’t be having that!” she exclaimed. “I might be pregnant,” she said, feeling warmth in her eyes. She knew that a small amount wouldn’t have done much damage. And she wasn’t even sure if she was already pregnant. But it still made her guilty. “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Alina said. “Don’t worry, baby,” David said. “We can always try for a baby again if you’d like. Vaughn doesn’t have to know that it’s his.”

ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went.

he said, his voice low and serious. John looked up from the file he was reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Andrew?" Andrew hesitated, glancing at me before speaking. "Aliana is pregnant," he said, his words dropping like a bombshell. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Pregnant? Aliana My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Aliana my friend, was pregnant? With Andrew's child? The room fell silent, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked at Andrew, my ex, and saw the guilt written all over his face. I felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over me. He had cheated on me with my friend, and now she was pregnant?