Joker Pregnant Novels & Stories

Note: I will be using a fiction here when it comes to this part. I'll let you know that this part is a fiction. This part does not display in a real life situation. *** "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." "P-Pardon?" Warren wondered because he's a man. The doctor's test might just make a mistake. "You're healthy seven weeks pregnant, Mr. Warren." The doctor once again said. She showed me two pregnancy tests in plastic positive. Both pregnancy test.

"Wendy, come home with me! I've already found a doctor for you! He'll give your head a good check-up!" My wrist throbbed from his grip. I could hardly believe this was the same Steve who had once sworn he would love me forever. "Scumbag Daddy, let Mommy go! I won't let you hurt her anymore!" the child in my womb angrily cried out. A sudden, sharp pain shot through my belly. My legs gave way, and my body fell back uncontrollably. My head hit the metal frame of the bed with a heavy thud. My vision briefly went black, and I instinctively protected my belly.

he said. This is just dumb. Whatever reason he may be looking for me, I assure him he wouldn’t get it. “One question, why are you here?” I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist. “Jessica, I know you were pregnant,” he stuttered. Hold up, Jordan Denver never stutters. This was a new discovery. “Of course I was pregnant. I know you lost your memory, but I’m sure you were fine when you set your eyes on my belly back then.”

“Well, I’m no woman but I am a doctor and to me it doesn’t sound like you’re love sick or experiencing any kind of fated-mate related illness,” I square my stance. “Well, then what is it?” Jasper smiles. “Renee, it sounds like you’re pregnant,”

Just as I was about to put on the ring, James suddenly began to cry. "Mommy, Mommy, I want Mommy..." He wailed loudly in Derek's arms. Clearly, Derek had taught him quite a bit over these past few days. I had imagined the scene of James calling me "Mommy" countless times, but never expected it would happen on my second wedding day. My emotions were a jumble. During all the times Derek had humiliated me, I had already given up hope. Giving birth to James had only been to repay my debt of gratitude.

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

I brought the Sonogram to the doctor, who informed me I was two months pregnant and recommended registering for antenatal care. Knowing that success required employment, I persisted and finally secured a job as a bartender. A month later, at three months pregnant, my boss promptly fired me, citing that he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him. Despite my efforts to find employment elsewhere, the stigma against hiring a pregnant woman persisted. Werewolf pregnancies varied in duration based on rank, with Alphas having the shortest at four months and regular wolves the longest at seven to eight months. Nicklaus, being an Alpha, meant I had limited time remaining.

"Yes, I intentionally got pregnant for you so that I can take over. I am a perfect wife for you. I know that I won't be able to convince you to do that. Now that I am pregnant for you, it will be very easy. There are so many things you don't know about Jennifer. In case you don't know, Jennifer is barren woman. She cannot get pregnant. Yeah. Everyone think she is a good girl, not knowing that I am better than her. She had aborted many pregnancy which eventually got her womb destroyed. She told me not to tell you, but as it is right now, I have no choice than to tell you." “And you expect me to believe this? You are definitely lying against her." “I don't need you to believe me. You can clear

"I can do it myself." "Should you really be—" Artyom starts, moving towards me before he stops and fidgets with his shirt sleeve. His button-down shirt is rolled halfway up his forearms, revealing pale skin stretched over corded muscles. I have to tear my eyes away from him. "I mean, in your condition," he starts again. "I'm pregnant, not paralyzed," I say flatly. I tuck the sheet around the corners of the mattress, feeling his eyes on me as I move. "How did you find out?"

She replied dryly and I chuckled playfully, it was time to annoy her more. “I wasn’t calling you a baby, I was referring to my actual baby in that womb,” I elucidated while pointing to her slightly swollen belly under the loose shirt. No wonder she wasn’t only my baby but my everything. “This baby…” She smirked traumatically and put her hand on her stomach. “I never thought I would feel this disgusted by the news of being pregnant,” Jennifer closed her eyes as tried to calm down the storm residing inside of her. “You know what, men like you should suffer the same way you make a woman go through with. It would be so much fun,” I could understand how immensely this reality had affected her men