Harry Potter Mpreg Novels & Stories

We provided them and he immediately went to work in the lab while we waited in the office. I sat down and crossed my leg while tapping my hands gently on the armrest. I turned to look at my mom and found her praying gently with her eyes tightly closed. I scoffed as I looked away. "Does she need a grandchild that badly?" I asked myself as I secretly stared at Mia who looked pathetic as she sought of looked like she was crying. I felt pity for her for the first time since this incident occurred. What made such a girl like this get pregnant out of wedlock and try to pin the blame on someone she barely knows? Well, everyone has their own story. I thought to myself as I sighed out loud.

Nothing I would ever say to her out loud because I know how annoying it is to have people criticize your body, but it is noticeable, "I don't know how or when, but a condom must've slipped or ripped or something. I'm five months along." "What the fuck?!" I let out, shaking my head in denial. I definitely wasn’t expecting her to be five months pregnant. Fucking five months… that’s a full baby at this point, right? Also, Harry has big genes. The three Carrington boys are all very tall. Aiden is probably around six foot five and he’s big all around. Damon is around that height too and he has a big head. Dean is probably six foot one. So, any baby of Harry’s production is going to be taller and

"And you had told me earlier that this was girls stuff" My mouth hung open. Harry was even clueless than I initially thought. "Harry, I am not pregnant" "Okay" He mumbled, rubbing his thumb over the black earring he was wearing, I could clearly see how it matched with his black black outfit. I stared at him and he stared right back, his piercing eyes easily holding my gaze.

A one-piece with a plunging cut down to the waist. "Our iconic Orla bodysuit is reimagined as a swimsuit. Combining premium sheer mesh paneling creates a sculpted silhouette…" Perfect. I added it to my cart and checked out. Still humming to myself, I walked over to the full-length mirror in our bedroom. My long, chestnut waves framed my face, cascading down my back in soft curls. Too bad he doesn’t like it. Jimmy preferred short, playful hair—something that made a woman look “cute.”

The words landed heavy, her whole world suddenly stilling for a second. She was pregnant. “Good, thank you,” she heard Alaric say to the doctor. “You may leave now.” She heard the door click shut again, Alaric speaking up the second they were alone again. “You heard him. You’re pregnant. You’re carrying my heir. The heir to the Storm pack.” “Let’s talk again during dinner about the changes that’ll be taking place now,” he continued. “For now, I need to inform my mother and make necessary preparations. I’ll see you later then.”

But I was still wary. "My king." Maven greeted me as he opens the door and ushered me to the small seating area. "So? What's wrong with her?" "Nothing my king." He looked at me calmly. What the fuck is wrong with Maven?! "What do you mean nothing?...look, she's been..." "She's pregnant, you will have an heir." He said looking at me, still in his very calm manner. "...I...we...heir? a boy?..." I was smiling, then get up from the seat and start pacing myself. My heart was beating faster. I was not sure if it was the right time or not, would she be upset?

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"

Countless coffee cups are scattered over our table, and Hayden is talking animatedly about how he offended a werewolf girl he dated by buying her a necklace in silver. Long story short—she slapped him, which seems to be a regular occurrence at Magic Academy. Hayden appears to be a bit of a casanova with his charming abilities. "You really shouldn't date people before finding your mate Hayden; your mate isn't going to end up wanting you," Hayley states and sighs at her brother, who is still laughing from the werewolf story.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.