Books With Pregnancy Trope の小説・ストーリー

"Jacob doesn't know what to do with me. Yesterday I jumped him in the kitchen while he was making breakfast." "Cherry!" I gasped, laughing. "The hormones are real, Hannah. They don't tell you about this part in the pregnancy books." "Maybe they should. Call it Chapter Twelve: The Horny Trimester." She nearly spit out her drink. "Oh my God, don't make me laugh. I'll pee myself. That's another thing they don't tell you. Bladder control becomes a suggestion, not a guarantee." "Glamorous." "So glamorous," she agreed. "But also worth it. I can't wait to meet this little troublemaker."

I opened the first book *Fifty things a pregnant woman shouldn't do,* The title alone already looked so boring that it made me want to sleep. I stared at the book for a while before opening the first page to see what was written inside exactly. Seeing the first page, I suddenly felt intrigued because apart from the big writing of the publisher, there were pictures there too! It was like a book made for kids but that only went ahead to show how creative the writer and the publisher were. *I know how lazy pregnant women can be, which is why I decided to draw some pictures to hook you in. Don't drop the book, beautiful. You gonna love it,*

I just wish she'd realize that. Besides, I doubt she'd find anything that she could actually blackmail me with. Well, except for the maternity books I got when she just moved in here—about a thousand dollars worth of them. I knew nothing about pregnancy then, and reading those books helped me see through her difficulty. We wouldn't have gotten this far if I hadn't read them. Eventually, I stopped reading them for the knowledge, but rather... entertainment. I learned some fascinating things about female anatomy, the most interesting being how wide the vagina expands during birth.

he told me. "Yeah, sure," I replied, and walked over to the medical section like he directed, while he probably went to his favorite spot by the window. As I went over to the medical section, I searched for books on pregnancy and gathered all I could find, and lined them up on a wooden table, in a very secluded area of the library. I scanned one book through another, delving into each page, but with each passing second my hope was dwindling, as they all seemed to carry the same piece of information.

Her sudden mood swings, her daily increasing appetite, why she always excused herself when drinks were being served at events, the swell of her belly and the tenderness of her breasts. How the hell could I have missed all of that? If she was pregnant then why the hell didn’t, she tell me? I would have loved that child as my own... unless it wasn’t mine. My wolf growled with a bubbling fury at the thought of someone else touching what was ours. My gaze snapped down at the trembling old fool before pulling his head far back enough to give me a clean view of his throat. This will be a swift decapitation. “Is it his?” I demanded. Offense and panic filled her widened as she quickly responded.

Anderson took a sip of orange juice then looked back at the book he was reading. -10 Steps to Say Love-, is the title of the book he is reading. "Hey! Are you sure you don't want to swim? If you don't stop reading that book, I'll splash you! Come on, you said you wanted to swim. Why now I'm the one swimming and you're reading instead?" Leonardo shouted from the pool not far from where Anderson sat. Anderson didn't answer. He just waved his hand without looking at Leonardo and continued reading. He plans to tell Zivanna his feelings before Zivanna leaves the hospital. "Hmm, I have to practice." Anderson said alone. "Which woman made you like this?" Suddenly Leonardo was in front of Anderson.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

“My pregnant stepsister. My dark obsession. The mother of my children. This life is ours.” We fell asleep tangled, his cock softening inside me, cum leaking, his hand protectively over our growing baby. The isolation had only strengthened our bond. My body, transformed by pregnancy and his constant claiming, belonged to him completely. The dark romance that began in that storm-lashed Victorian house had found its eternal home here, filthy, possessive, loving, and endlessly consuming. Every day deeper into my pregnancy only made the fire burn hotter. And I craved every moment of the blaze.

© 2026 Aurora Quinn. All rights reserved. This work is independently written. While general story frameworks may be shared, all characters, scenes, and narrative elements in this book are original to the author. Stealing this story will not be tolerated at all and legal actions would be taken. Exclusively only on Goodnovel. Chapter 1 Elara’s Pov I'm pregnant. Thirty days before my marriage is set to end. I threw the pregnancy test into the trash, not knowing what to do.

"Perhaps this storefront was the last comfortable bed I came across before walking miles to get to the next town. Or maybe tomorrow I'll find another ride to get to the next town." The first three months of pregnancy are very tough. Blair never knew that fact and never got any teaching from her mother about pregnancy, not even at school. For the past few weeks, she has continued to experience severe nausea and vomiting. Blair even had trouble swallowing food. But she still struggles to keep her life. She often sleeps on a park bench at night, only on cardboard, and covers her body with an old blanket. Blair didn't know how she was going to face the winter.