Best Pregnancy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Dr. Mark has been so cruel to me more than once that I can't even count how many times he has humiliated me, but when he tries to love me, he does it completely in his own strange, twisted way. I always say I won't fall into his hands, but he has me tied around his fingers, so I have no escape. He came into the shower with me, at first it was strange, since it had been so long not being together for more than seven months, my inner self was too happy, so much so that it wanted to jump even though I was pregnant.

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Her eyes light up when she realizes what I'm doing, and she kisses me passionately as I close the door before carrying her to our bed. A few weeks later, Adrian came to me with a surprise: a positive pregnancy test. Our joy is through the roof as we see our love blooming further. We cuddle and kiss long and deeply before retiring to bed to make love even more, this time celebrating the pending birth of our child.

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

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

Third-Person POV "Your Majesty, we have found her, the best candidate for your sperm from the blood bank," a servant bows and reports to the man in the dark corridor of a luxury hotel. He dresses in a navy blue Armani couture suit, one hand casually in his pocket. His imposing figure exudes an aura of majesty, even if he doesn't say a word. "I see," the man's voice is very deep. "The woman is already on your bed. Today is her ovulation date—"

“It’s the solution.” His brows furrowed. “A solution to what?” She popped the last piece of toast into her mouth, chewed delicately, and finally met his gaze. “Our marriage, Richard. And at least an expectation of what should come from it.” She exhaled, tilting her head as her expression softened. “You heard the doctor. I’m barren.” Vanessa gestured toward the flyer on the table. “This will give our marriage a future, make our parents happy…” Her voice lowered, turning soft, almost seductive. “…make me happy.”

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

Three weeks in Riverdale, she hadn’t stopped thinking of her ring and her past, and each passing day, Isabella grew more and more sick, throwing up food with barely any appetite. Her aunt, Majorie had suggested she should go to hospital and somehow, they found themselves at Saint Clarice, behind the large wooden desk of the doctor. And he stood above her, with the result board in his hands and a pair of stethoscope around his neck. “Well, Ms Isabella—“ He took a pause, glaring into her oblivious eyes, before dropping the bomb that sank her heart deep into her chest. “You’re pregnant” His words choked her throat, and she muttered. “What—“

I looked at her. “About the way I loved him,” she said. “The specific way. The—” She paused. “He was the first person I had ever looked at and thought: that one. The specific certainty of it.” She looked at the garden. “I married him and I spent twenty years with him and I had that certainty every single day.” I said nothing. “And then I married Dominic,” she said. “And I knew it wasn’t the same thing. I knew what I was doing. I chose it with open eyes.” She paused. “I thought open eyes were enough.”