Best Pregnancy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

The film, which would stared by her, was predicted to be Movie of The Year, and was nominated by the Cannes film festival. Tonight, Lucrezia, Marco Bruni, Clara, and Clarissa were celebrating the achievement in a five-star hotel. They rented a luxurious suite and ordered the most expensive champagne. This hotel is a regular hotel for Lucrezia. Fendi Suite Hotel in Rome. There were various reasons why Lucrezia liked this place. This place feels like a long lost home. The entire wall, shape, style and furnishings match the lady's favourite. Marco Bruni knew Lucrezia's favorite long ago. The two of them used to be very close friends. Gossip all day, discuss boys, try different restaurants, and

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

What are the odds that I get the cravings that I dreamed about all night served to me as breakfast? “I asked the chef to whip this up for you. I’ve been reading, and it says she-wolves tend to crave this a lot when they’re pregnant, so I thought to have them make this for you.” “And I know you’re human, but the glint in your eyes right now tells me I’ve done the right thing,” Marcus said, smiling, and I just stared at him, speechless. Okay, this was nuts. How was it possible that humans and werewolves share similar pregnancy cravings? This was really insane.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

Rina had actually opted to do that, but her mom had insisted she relax and let her do it, stating that she needed to rest. Well, Rina had reluctantly agreed and decided to while away her time using the story book. The book was centered on love, so many at times, her mind drifted towards Raghav and she would drop her book and off her mind goes, thinking about him. What was he doing at the moment? Had he returned or was he still at Phoenix? Has he heard about her and her mom leaving Shimla? Or was he and Vidya already getting along? Jeez! Trash that, she knew it never would happen. Vidya? It would never.

“I appreciate that you want me to be your first but I will ask one more time… Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to be the mother of our child?” I felt her shiver against me and my body reacted to it. A slight hint of pride moved through me that I may have a reaction to her. “Yes, Anthony,” she whispered my name. I sighed and felt a warmth wash over me. Fuck, she was going to be the death of me. “Alright.” I rubbed her waist, feeling her up. “We will go on our honeymoon and don’t worry, baby. I will make your first time feel good. I promise to bring you so much pleasure on our honeymoon.”

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Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur