Invisible Woman Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Mom was only pregnant for five months?” Crouching next to the bed, he rested his arms on the mattress. His eyes darted over my face. “It was easy for her to hide her pregnancy because she didn’t show much. Her stomach was small compared to some pregnant women I had seen before.” He paused. “She had a book that she always wrote in. I asked her about it once, and she said it was to keep track of the pregnancy. She was the first human to get pregnant by our kind, and she wanted to be prepared in case it happened again.”

Of telling herself it would happen eventually. Three years of believing—no, accepting—that the fault might be hers. Her hands dropped slowly, almost instinctively, to her stomach. “I’m pregnant…” she whispered, the words trembling as they left her. A broken, disbelieving laugh followed, harsh and out of place. “How is that even possible?” The answer came too quickly. Too clearly. Her stomach lurched. If Julian had a vasectomy… then there was only one explanation he would believe. Her fingers curled tightly against her abdomen.

“I thought… I could fix it after. Break the engagement and rearrange the terms. I thought you’d trust me enough to stay and fight. Not vanish.” “And be what?” she demanded. “The other woman? The dirty little secret on the side while the Princess got the title? I’m not built for leashes and locked doors.” His breath hitched. “You were never the other woman.” “No,” she said. “I was the invisible one. That’s worse.” Silence fell, heavy and sharp. Monitors beeped calmly, ignorant of the way hearts broke in quieter tones. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” he asked finally, voice almost a whisper.

The woman near the wall pressed her hands to her mouth, and the man beside her turned away for a second like he needed to hide his face. For years, hope had been lost to them. The madness had been eating the old woman alive piece by piece. She had known she was disappearing. She had known her family was watching her fade and could do nothing but ration liquid food and wait for the day she stopped recognizing them. Then this strange pregnant woman walked in, gave her medicine from nowhere, brought clean water, and let an unborn child heal her like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy.

He doesn't need my word to get my consent, my silence was my consent, they said, and remember, a sinner cannot be a chooser. I hold myself back as I see people are cheering for I have restored my honor by taking the man who has violated me as my husband. The voice was deafening. "You people are insane!" You would have screamed to them. And I agree with you, they were sick. They are. But we could not keep throwing tantrums like a little girl, can we? We are women now. And women know better… At least that’s what the little wife of my new husband had made me believe.

The woman who enters looks like her shifted form might be a Tasmanian devil—and, frankly, like it’s spilling over into her human half. She’s quite a lovely woman, with shoulder-length, thick blonde hair in enviable big loopy curls, sky blue eyes and a liberal smattering of reddish-brown freckles across her nose and cheekbones. Though not as tall as me, she’s nearly as slight, which only serves to highlight that’s she’s very pregnant. “Sweetie-pi—.” Ivan’s meek start is cut off abruptly.

"Go on... I feel like something's missing." "I haven't been living around here for long, I'm a married and abandoned woman, I'm also pregnant, and now I have to take care of my aunt, the baby that's coming, and pay the rent where I'm living. That's my sad life," I lower my gaze and don't waste time telling him the truth. Ah, I had no choice but to tell him the truth, I don't have to keep hiding my pregnancy, besides, I want this man to know once and for all that I have no interest in him. Is he handsome? Yes, he's handsome, that can't be denied.

It had happened so much in the past week that she never wanted to repeat it. "Five months. I'll be due in Four." "That's wonderful, dear. I'll bet you and your husband are all excited." The old woman said kindly and she froze. Husband? Isabella wanted to laugh. How was she to explain that the husband simply did not exist? She had survived the past five months on her own and it was proof that she didn't need a jerkface around to have a child. Pressing her lips, she gave a tight smile and shook her head in response. Pity filled the old woman's blue eyes. She glanced at Isabella's baby bump and shook her head sadly.

After all, if she were a spy, she would need to be detained. The woman began to feel uncomfortable, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and avoiding looking me in the eyes, the seconds dragged on, while the sound of the clock echoed behind, not even Angélica wanted to say anything. I looked her up and down and finally stopped at her belly, it was still too early to hear the heartbeats, but Victoria was pregnant.

Chapter Thirteen Wanda stepped out of the hospital, the cold London air hitting her like a wall. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just learned. Five weeks pregnant. The truth settled heavily in her chest: she was carrying Anderson’s child. The realization was both a balm and a burden, offering clarity yet stirring a new storm of emotions.