Harry Potter Mpreg Novels & Stories

one of the magicians asked in confusion and fear, thinking that Ashton might hurt him. Ashton was shocked, but he tried to cover that with a laugh, asking "what do you even mean by that?! she is my mate and she is pregnant ! Of course, I know that she is pregnant with my child!". everyone looks at each other faces, as they can tell what they meant. Then the head of the magician said: "No matter how many times, we search for your pregnant mate, we can't get in touch with her! The only thing we can ever see is your brother because he has royal blood too!".

Ava scolded her twin kids who kept quarrelling every second. "Mumma, he stole chocolates from me again!" Scarlett whined glaring at Ray who was smirking as he loves to irritate his twin. "Ray, stop troubling her! Both of you finish your breakfast or will be late for school." Ava said and served Scarlett a pancake with chocolate syrup as she was whining for chocolate. "Where is Ariel?" Grace asked Stella. "She must be getting ready!" Stella said. Ariel is Michael and Stella's only child and is a popular fashion blogger. She is twenty-one years old, studying fashion design taking inspiration from Jake.

Harry carefully rests his clasped fingers on his desk, waiting for whatever we're not sharing. "We've settled down and now we're waiting for our first. Scarlett is pregnant" I turn to Liam, and a smile spread across my face. The fuck this dick just say? "Really?" Harry seems to be buying it. You can tell by his excited expression. "Of course, tell him Scarlett" Liam says a bit too proudly. "Yes. I am pregnant" I smile. . .*

In the previous later Harley promised to return after a week but here, two weeks were already down and there was no news about Harley's return so those with little faith and patience had started to believe that he'd never return. However those with strange belief thought that maybe Harley would take a rebirth and come back just like a little baby. In other words they believed that Maya was pregnant with him again. Everyone in the palace was so happy about Maya's second pregnancy and strangely both Arwaah and Luna seemed to be the happiest of all. Could it mean that they were cooking something for Maya? That was true because... up to now Luna had not conceived for Arwaah yet they were both de

My father had quietly handled the difficult investors at the studio for me, behind my back. So all these years, I'd thought that my life was a happy one. That it was perfect. And only today did I finally understand that all of it had been about bloodline. Because they'd all thought I was the noble heiress, the one who could bear a vampire a powerful half-blood heir. Not because I was Elena. Not because I, myself, was worth loving. The tears came down without warning. I bit down on my lip. My chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe.

I was about to ask him what he meant by that when he said something I never thought I would hear. “But I guess your little pregnancy has messed up your brain.” Silence. I was too stunned to speak. Ragnar laughed wickedly at my expression, tilting his head as he said: “You think I don’t know? Come on, Soraya, you’re not that stupid, are you? But I suppose you are, since you decided to take my very own spy to your little check-up. I mean, of all the men—you chose him,” he said in between laughs. “I never knew I was married to such a harlot. Not only did you reject me for my own enemy, but you even got pregnant for him. You’re so bent on ruining my name, aren’t you?”

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look

Peter Petigrew then went on, answering Madam Bones questions, on what he did after, hiding within a pureblood family, to keep an ear on the news about the Dark Lord, disguising as a pet rat for one of the children. This last one, added a charge of trespassing private property to his long list of crimes. Not that the extra charge would really make any real difference to the result of the trial. Madam Bones asked too if he ever would register himself as an animagus, which he denied, claiming that it was something that gave too much of an advantage for him. When questioned since when he could transform, he answered by having learned it together with Sirius Black and James Potter during his fift

“And not every woman in the female line had something. At least that’s what my granny and grimoire say. My dad was certainly as ordinary as ordinary comes.” “I do not know,” Meguitte shrugged to the silent question of the eyes that came to rest on her. “I thought myself a witch. My mother was a witch. It was not until Leighton said otherwise that I realized that he might be right. But he could also be wrong,” she suggested raising her eyebrows but keeping her eye on the powder that she measured into jars. “He is not infallible.” “Let’s hope not,” Heath observed wryly. “It was decided then?” Harry adjusted their position on the couch, easing the sleeping toddler onto the cushions, before risi

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.