Descendants 4 Mal Pregnant Novels & Stories

I not sure he’s breathing or blinking at this point, but I’m still focused on my mother. She slowly shakes her head no. “You’re pregnant with quadruplets,” she says slowly, her eyes staying focused on me. “Quad ... quad ... quad is four, right? Four? Four? We have four pups? You have four pups inside you? That's more than one peanut. I have a family of five? I ... I ...” I turn just in time to see my mate's eyes roll back into his head and his body begins to drop to the floor. Thankfully, my father catches him.

Maybe I had developed a spiteful streak since my arrival in Whitehaven because my news seemed like the perfect act of revenge. “I’ve met my mates,” I informed her. “They’re quadruplets, Mum. I’ve got four mates, and I’m fairly certain I’m pregnant too. Only, I’m not quite sure which one of them is the daddy. Although, Grayson prefers it when I call him that." The line filled with radio silence. “Mum? Mum? Are you there?” I asked, hearing nothing at all, not even a gasp of horror. But after a couple of seconds, I heard a breathy groan, followed by a sickening thud — she’d fainted.

THREE YEARS MARRIED Alessandra’s POV “I didn’t want this many kids.” I say it out loud even though no one’s listening. I love them. God, I do, but four toddlers? Quadruplets for my first pregnancy? That’s a lot to handle. And let’s not even start on when they say the same thing at the same time. It’s not just unsettling; it’s downright creepy. Ava. Hannah. Brandon. Landon. My four little storms.

Then, she placed it back on the counter and waited. Just a year ago, and some months after Diane’s kidnap, Malvika delivered her baby boy in an hospital and just as she had promised, she gave that baby to Diane and Nicholas. The baby was named Cameron Alan Langston. Some months after birthing her child, Malvika left as she had said she would and took off for Florida to continue her life despite pleas from her sisters – Natasha and Diane. Diane had been raising Cam for a year and she was enjoying every moment of it. But recently she had begun to feel feverish – vomiting all over the house. No food could stay in her belly. At first she thought it was just a fever but even after trying to treat

She waved her hands as she rolled her eyes “Who knows he could be broke, and I won't let any poor man raise the child to a friend of mine even if he's the father. I'll have my dad fund for antenatal care and bring nannies to–” “Milson…as in The Milson Heir,” I cut her off. It took her some time before she processed what I said “House of Milson?!” She screamed as I covered my ears “You're having The Milson Heir baby?! How are you so calm about it?!” “I'm terrified. A part of me wants to tell him the other part doesn't want to. Because what if he asks me to abort the child?” I asked, hoping she'd understand me.

And then… there was that. Jasquire. She was pregnant. The words still rang in my ears, absurd and terrifying. Jasquire is pregnant. It seemed so surreal. Malachi had been the one to tell me. Pulled me aside like he was delivering the worst kind of prophecy. “She’s been throwing up every morning,” he’d said quietly. “Skipping meals. She passed out last week after laundry duty, and I overheard one of the matrons whispering about it. She’s pregnant. Jasquire is pregnant.”

Cracks in the Armor The room felt smaller as the hours dragged on. The single bulb overhead flickered intermittently, casting erratic shadows on the fourth man’s face. Elena’s patience thinned with every word he refused to say, every smirk that tugged at his lips. "You’ve orchestrated chaos on a global scale,” she said, her voice sharp. “People have died because of you. Whatever game you think you’re playing, it ends here." The fourth man chuckled softly. "You think breaking me stops the machine? That’s naive, Elena. I’m just a cog. You haven’t even seen the rest of the gears turning."

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

Eva and I were sprawled across the couch, eyes glued to the television. A heart-wrenching Lifetime movie was playing. I dug my fingers into the cushion. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Por Dios, no!” “She's pregnant, Eva. They've already dragged her through child abuse, an alcoholic father, and depression. These screenwriters are sadists.” We munched on popcorn for comfort. “Look,” Eva whispered. “She's getting her papa's gun.”