Historical Romance With Pregnancy Mga Nobela at Kwento

It made her future easier. When she opened her eyes in this body, she had been too confused to understand anything. The pregnancy alone had been a huge shock, especially for her, who after so many years of surviving never had much of an idea about being intimate with others. Of course, back on Earth, things got out of control, and that book had been another way of pushing the right narrative. Having more than one partner was normal, pregnancy was bad and drove people insane, and you needed to stick close to strong people if you wanted to survive.

The truth bombarded on her face. She stayed away from her husband for more than a year because of embarrassment. The Alpha King, her mate, pursue her, and with the help of her secret sister-in-law, they ironed their misunderstandings and became even romantically stronger. She got pregnant ten years later. She gave birth to a son, Prince Amante del Fuego of Sagrada Familia Kingdom, the heir to the throne.

His hands behind his back, he stared at her flushed angry cheeks. King Lucien allowed himself to look her all over. The new petticoat was so beautiful on her, it only enhanced her deeply-ingrained beauty and molded her swollen belly before flowing at her feet. She was exquisite. Exquisite and very pregnant. And very angry. King Lucien wasn't surprised about her anger, or most of the strange moods and feelings she exhibits lately before him. For the past two months, he has bought all the books scholars and bards wrote about pregnancy and childbirth. Most of his free time, he spends reading each and every one of them.

The wound was still deep and still wet, and Juliana tried her best to forget the bitter past. Juliana realized that if William wasn't in her life, she might have lost her mind. Despite not having deep feelings of love for William, Juliana is determined to try to love him sincerely and deeply this time. She realized that William was someone who had taken responsibility for her pregnancy and was willing to marry her, even though Juliana was carrying a baby from a previous relationship that had not even really ended.

Rachel pouted in dissatisfaction and replied, "I gave you a massage... You even took off your clothes. How would I know if history would repeat itself?" Back when she was Cyrus' fan, she was always excited to hang out around him. She recalled the day when Cyrus came to welcome her in just a bathrobe. She couldn't contain her excitement that day and her heart was palpitating so hard. As she snapped back to reality, remembering the fact that she was pregnant, she couldn't help but wonder if her husband was flirting with other women from the filming set.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"

But I was the idiot who handed her the key to that future. I remember those nights in that cramped safehouse—the world believing she was dead, the vampire hunting her like she was stolen artifact. I was the only one she could trust. I forged the documents, helped her during the entirety of her pregnancy and birth, smuggled her out. I helped her build a new identity. And when she was finally free, she promised she would never forget me. We built this company from nothing. Two brilliant women—survivors—designing cures that worked so fast that investors thought they were impossible. “Promising,” they would say. “But untested.” No one believed in us. Not even enough to fund one clinical trial.

The prenatal report slipped from my hands as if jolted by electricity. No wonder James Hunt was so quick to insist on IVF once I agreed to marry him. Back then, I did not think much of it, assuming he just wanted a child as quickly as possible. Only now did I realize the truth. What he wanted was not a child with me, but with Natasha Smith, my stepsister. For six months, I endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swelling, and emotional collapse. Yet the baby I carried was not truly mine, but his and Natasha's.