Infertility Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

"Karen said—" "Stop," Nox said, touching a finger to my lips. "Suck." Without thinking, my lips parted, allowing his finger access, covering my tongue with the taste of my own essence. His erection throbbed against my hip. "I told you, your limits are now mine to define; however, I'm not saying no," he whispered, his tone softening as he retrieved his finger. "You're not?" "No. I think it's fantastic that you've been accepted to Columbia Law. I just want to know how someone as intelligent as you obviously are, is stupid enough to work for Infidelity."

But the spark that we had in the beginning was gone, replaced by a sense of duty and obligation. Now, as I sit here in our penthouse apartment, watching the sun set over the city, I wonder what the future holds for us. Will we be able to overcome our challenges and build a life together? Or are we destined to be just another statistic in the high-stakes world of billionaires and their trophy wives? Only time will tell. As the weeks passed, I couldn't help but feel more anxious about the pregnancy. Alex was thrilled at the news and couldn't wait to be a father, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was only doing it because it was expected of him.

Bill was by far the most suitable candidate that she had found. She inhaled deeply before posing the final question. “I’d like to share my story too after listening to yours. The main reason that caused my previous marriage to fail was that my mother-in-law could not accept my infertility. My husband had also cheated on me to be with another woman. If you choose to be with me, that means we’re all each other has as we’ll not have any child. Are you still willing to go out with me despite this?”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

Kimberly hurriedly told the orphanage, giving them money to make the child dead, but in fact they gave the child to a couple who became her foster parents. Kimberly told the news to the Mayor that the child was dead by mishap. The news broke him completely, leading him into having alcohols night after night. Kimberly took this as an opportunity, and seduced Gabriel. Possessed by alcohol, Gabriel couldn't think straight and ended up having one night stand with her. Weeks later, Kimberly revealed that she was pregnant and the Mayor had to give her the title of first wife. Since no one knew about his secret marriage with Rune, Kimberly was the first wife in front of the public.

he says and that has me hard again and I want to fuck him. "Another round,” I say as I tlio him again and enter in that position. "I count myself lucky to have met you and Lysa in this lifetime,” I say as I fuck him senseless. The future is boundless and so, we will have many more. THE END

“Who does Harry think he is? Does he think I actually like him?! “Throwing you guys out like that was unacceptable. Just wait, I’ll make him regret it!” Harry froze halfway up the stairs. “The baby? Heh! Of course it’s not his.” Claire laughed sarcastically. “That infertile loser couldn’t get anyone pregnant if his life depended on it.” The wooden railing creaked under Harry’s tightening grip. “Once he’s completely bankrupt, I'll be gone. What a pathetic–” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence when the bedroom door was flung open with a loud bang.

Then a year. We consulted doctors. Tests were run. Needles pricked, and probes invaded. The verdict was clear — I was healthy. But Ravi? His reports were never discussed. His mother would loudly chant, “Everything is normal, so where's the problem? It's the woman who carries the pregnancy after all.” As if being a woman automatically made infertility my fault. Slowly, the warmth between Ravi and me began to fade. He stopped holding my hand when we watched TV. Our conversations turned transactional — “What’s for dinner?” “Did you pay the bill?” “Did you bring mom's medicine?”