Hermione Pregnant Novels & Stories

I plug it in to charge then lay back down and relax. *Hunji,* I hear Lamia’s sweet voice as soon as the link is open. *My Queen, I have the witch in my possession.* *Then you will be returning home? Finn will be happy to hear the news* She sounded happy that I had found Morgan and I could imagine the smile on her face. *You have two nephews and a niece to meet* She drops the bomb on me. When I left MacTire, Lamia was heavily pregnant. I knew she was close, but I thought there were still a few weeks until she gave birth. *Congratulations my Queen.* I smiled, *I cannot wait to meet them*

About everything. “How can you be sure?” I demand, even though I already know. I feel it in my gut. “How do you know she’s pregnant?” Jeremiah raises a brow. “I’m a healer, Perseus. I can sense the magic and life within her. There’s no doubt.” I stagger back slightly, running a hand through my hair. Eleanor is pregnant. And it’s mine. There’s no other possibility. “And the tremors? Why is her body reacting this way?”

As we speak, the pace at which it's moving seems to be accelerating. Right now, you cannot even fathom what just occurred. For three long years, I've completely severed ties with my family. Hermione remains confined like a prisoner, but at least she's receiving therapy to cope. As for Kade's pack, it finally crumbled under the weight of our impact. As you listen closely, you may be astonished to discover that I am carrying a precious life within me - I am pregnant. "Imagine holding your precious newborn in your arms, looking into their eyes, and whispering the perfect name that will become a part of their identity forever. What name do you envision for this little bundle of joy?" As we lay i

Emporer Storm Olympus POV I'm in my office finishing up the last of tonight's paperwork before dinner when I get a knock on the door. "Come in," I say. Lady Venus Hermia, a descendant of Hermes and the lady in waiting in charge of messages for my wife, enters my room and curtsies to me. "Your Majesty, Her Majesty was just examined by the doctor after throwing up, and the doctor says she's about four weeks pregnant," she says I light up in joy because I can finally have a child. "Have the Royal Prophets been called to do the reading to see what gender the child will be?" I ask

Any rational thoughts she might have had left exploded into fragments beyond her reach. "More!" she demanded. Her husband obliged with a devilish grin. "That's a far preferable response." Once they were both sated, Godric nuzzled his wife's neck before speaking. "Horatia is pregnant," he said in an oddly quiet voice. Emily cupped his chin and forced him to raise his head to look at her. His green eyes were full of wonder. "She is?" Emily thought she felt something inside her stir to life. Was now the time?

I mumbled softly and Flora nodded her head. "I'm pregnant with his daughter too," I admitted quietly and Flora squealed excitedly. "Only true pereche can reproduce, he really is your mate Hera, congratulations, dear," she said sweetly and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back. "You've changed, miss, you are smiling and are happy," she told me and I chuckled internally as I told her to shut up. We both went inside together and I introduced her to Rogue. She of course was tongue tied by his amazing good looks and I rolled my eyes.

I blinked, as if my brain had to realign to understand. “Pregnant?” The word came out hoarse, scraped raw. “How…?” “About a month, I’d say.” He straightened but didn’t move away from her. “There’s more. Something else is coursing through her system. A potion strong and deliberate. It’s tangled deep. My guess? Memory suppression.” I took a step back, the floor beneath me suddenly unsteady. Pregnant. A month along. A potion. Her face looked peaceful. Too peaceful. Like sleep had wrapped her in a lie. No flinching. No tears. No confusion. Just… nothing.

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

” Donald stopped. ”Is this even a kind of book for kids to be reading?” He commented. “Just do-as-you're-told!” the older the two, who was barely seven years old uttered. Donald shrugged, “ ....on the bed, with his fingers clasped behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling. Hermia knows she is doomed from the night, she cares not to keep the king waiting. Tears drop from her eyes while she stares into the fire, taking off her gown to show the fill body of a beautiful woman who is only four months into pregnancy.

The sound of tearing flesh and growling dogs stopped. I lay in a pool of blood and water, covered in wounds. "This pregnant one can't last much longer," Scarlett's voice came over the speakers, filled with a sick excitement. "That belly's ripe for the picking. Let's cut her open. See if it's a boy or a girl." My blood ran cold. A paralyzing fear seized me. "No!" I screamed. "No! Please! I'm begging you!"