Holly Harper Pregnant Novels & Stories

I’m pregnant, and he still isn’t going to fucking hire me? “Wesley, I need money—” “You’re moving in with me!” Wesley barks before I can finish my sentence, his eyes livid. “Rogue or not—that doesn’t matter! You’re pregnant with my child, Lily. That means you need the best care in the world, even if I dislike you.” Say what?!

"So you are a stalker, a creep who takes pictures of me everywhere I go? What are you gonna do with all of that picture? Spread rumors about me? Take nudity photography to ruin my image?" Hilary is famous in our school and some girls and boys tried to destroy her. Some of them post rumors on our school board. All their rumors are not even true! I saw one before saying she's pregnant, like what the heck! why would they think of that? She doesn't even have a boyfriend! "What the f*ck? No! Why would you think of that?" he said with a frown on his face. "Oh maybe because I am here because you kidnapped me!" I shouted.

We put in our orders, and after the server left, I looked at George nervously. "What is it?" He already knew. He knew something was up. We had known each other intimately for too long for him not to be aware of my cues. "I have to tell you something. I am just not sure how to say it." "Babe. Just say it." "I'm pregnant…" I searched his eyes and found nothing. It was as though he hadn't heard me. "Huh?" "I went to the doctor on Monday because I was nauseous and anxious through the roof, you know, because of the wedding. And they ran some tests and called me Tuesday. The doctor said the tests came back as pregnant. Oh, and I need more Vitamin D."

" The room was very quiet. "She walked out to find you?” I said slowly. "Yes," Harper said. "Because she would do that," I said. "For you without stopping to verify." "Yes," Harper said. I sat down in the chair beside the window. "Pregnant," I said. "Hiding it alone for weeks inside this pack house. Going to the mountain settlement. Managing Mara and Calista and the border situation and the Ashmoor operative in the elder council." I pressed my hand over my mouth briefly. "And

“What does that mean?” “Nothing.” Another lie. I grabbed her wrist before she could step away. “Tell me the truth.” “Adrian.” “What is happening with Aria?” Bianca pulled free, frustration breaking through. “She’s pregnant.” Everything inside me stopped. The room went silent. I stared at her without breathing. “What?” Bianca looked like she regretted saying it. “She found out yesterday.” The whiskey glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor. Neither of us reacted. Nothing felt real anymore. Pregnant. Aria was pregnant.

She walked towards me and held my hair up for me just so my puke would not touch it. “I’m fin-eee,” I said as my words were stressed out from another set of puke coming up my throat. “No you are not, in fact, we are going to the hospital this instant,” Mira said defiantly as she patted my back gently and when I was done, she held me and led me to have a seat. “Wait, Chloe, when last did you see your period? Because I read it somewhere that pregnant people always have morning sickness during their first trimester” Mira said, looking at me and I laughed at what she said.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

Isn't that a sign from heaven? He pressed his hips against mine. - Do you feel my erection? Do you feel like I have a hard on for you, little Saint? Well I'll tell you..... - When I want something I do everything to get it....I want you and I will have you and it's not your little performance as a witty girl that's going to change that...because I'm very patient.. ..and very influential. - It's rape! Harassment! Du...du...I protested before he interrupted me.

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