Hyper Pregnant Story Novels & Stories

{ 3 months into the Future} (The Pregnancy) “Wait for a minute, you expect me to believe you, you cheap whore, a slut, you want to convince me into believing that, the bastard you say you are carrying in that rotten stomach of yours is mine?”. Stephano asked Mbali as he pocked her abdomen while glaring at her angrily. “Stephano, you need to believe me, I can't lie to you, this child is yours, please Stephano….” Mabli’s voice quivered as she confronted him, her words trembling like fragile leaves in the wind.

she laughed softly, “that wasn’t even the beginning.” I clenched my fists. Rhys appeared behind me, his voice low and sharp. “Get out, Ciara.” “No, Rhys,” she snapped. “You don’t get to control the narrative anymore. You want to tell her, or should I?” My stomach dropped. “Tell me what?” I demanded. She smiled slowly. “I’m pregnant.” Silence. Dead, aching silence. My ears rang. I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a bat. Rhys froze behind me, his breath hitching.

Patient unable to conceive or carry children. The caption read: The woman who claims she "raised" a child and deserves to be called a mother. Let's talk about the truth she's been hiding. Lilian Quinn CANNOT have children. She doesn't even have a womb. She lied to her husband and to everyone. And now she's committed a FELONY trying to keep a child that was never hers. #Truth #Exposed #Desperate Everett read it once. Twice. Three times. The words didn't change. He set down his glass carefully, like if he moved too fast everything would shatter.

‎ ‎She stared at the test as if it might change. ‎ ‎But it didn’t. ‎ ‎Two lines. ‎ ‎Pregnant. ‎ ‎Her knees felt weak. ‎ ‎She leaned against the wall. ‎ ‎A baby. ‎ ‎A life. ‎ ‎Inside her. ‎ ‎For a moment, fear filled her chest. ‎ ‎Then something else. ‎ ‎Something warm. ‎ ‎A quiet happiness she did not expect. ‎ ‎She placed her hand over her stomach. ‎ ‎“So small,” she whispered. ‎

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

Noah yells at me. For the first time. He says no. Time and again, no. I'll go to the sea alone. And someone answers. I blew. The blue book fell out of my hands. It hit. All pages were described simultaneously. Thousands of sentences. Thousands of decisions. All with my handwriting. Eren stepped closer. His face was full of horror. He looked at me. Then the woman. And whispered: “She is the first mother.” The woman nodded slowly. Her black eyes rested on my stomach.

" I didn't cheat on my husband, That was not the answer to their question, but she seemed to want to start by telling them the story, and they were eager to hear. Joy had her eyes fixated on Amanda . " Then how did you get pregnant, if you said he didn't touch you, and you didn't cheat? "That is the mystery, I am pregnant, but I cannot tell how it happened. My husband was even my first, I knew no man intimately except him even till now, but here I am pregnant, and I cannot tell who is responsible".

The pregnancy surely had made my memory great. "Oh you know there is a whole big ass story behind it. One day I forgot to ask this question from my dear beautiful mate and she wouldn't talk to me. Suddenly after some time, she started crying, I was so damn worried and when I asked her what's the problem. Do you know what she said? She is hungry and I didn't ask for food that is why she didn't tell me that she wanted to eat. Godness knows just how dangerous and confusing pregnant women are." Xavier laughed as both me and Sophia glared at the males who were fast to shut up.

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.

Mira's P.O.V The storm outside mirrored the storm inside my chest. Rain lashed against the wide glass windows of the De Silva estate, each strike echoing like a warning. The mansion was lit, but instead of warmth, the lights only cast long shadows that seemed to grow darker with every passing second. I stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over my swollen belly, trying to steady my breathing. Seven months pregnant. Every step, every decision I made wasn’t just for me anymore...it was for the tiny heartbeat inside me.