Lumity Pregnant Novels & Stories

I'd almost forgotten that they were still standing in my room. “How can I help you?” I wiggled my eyes at them. I couldn't help the grumpiness that follows me. It's been like that since I got pregnant. And I'm afraid it keeps getting worse everyday. I'd cried to my mate about it. But he had assured me to be calm and free. He'd made me know that there is a normal grumpiness that accompanies pregnancies, especially first pregnancies. And since then, I've stopped worrying about it. The lady stuttered. “Uhm, my Luna… We're…. We're here to prepare you for your….”

Emily says. "Did you tell him?" I ask. "No, besides, I figured you wanted to confirm with the fairy doctor first," Emily says. I sit staring out into the field, waiting for Luther. I look back to Emily. "Are you sure I am pregnant?" I ask her. "Yes, one hundred percent positive. Your kind, it is easy to tell when you are pregnant," Emily says. "What do you mean?" I ask her. Emily laughs. She takes my hand and pulls at my fairy light. It hurts as she pulls it from my hand.

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

Almost like before the contract marriage existed. Lucienne looked at her husband silently. A sense of relief flowed slowly through her chest. A feeling she didn't recognize as victory... but she also couldn't deny it was a small happiness. She had finally regained something that had been shaken: her husband's attention. "The doctor said the pregnancy is stable," Aaron said suddenly, without turning his head. Lucienne just nodded lightly. "Good." No further questions. No detailed explanations. No excessive emotions. The calm attitude was deliberate. She didn't want to appear too concerned. She didn't want to give room for other meanings.

this gets the attention of both men who turn to me. “I’m pregnant. It hurts please help me,” I close my eyes tightly as if shutting them will keep out the affliction and clench my clothing to the point that the ends of the fabric are now crumpled and distressed. It’s enough that the man at the Alpha’s side quickly kneels next to me, placing a hand on my stomach probably listening out for my unborn baby’s heartbeat. “She’s telling the truth, she’s pregnant,” I watch over the man’s shoulder and see a flicker of panic cross Caspian’s fierce expression.

especially the point . The orgasm Me Foudroya and takes me out of the way while the sticky jets propagated in the shower and pushing a growl I added my second hand to the equation to clear my balls well. When it all ends, I stayed in a thoughtful moment in the shower. I think it's time to officially confront with the Amish girl .....

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.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Emma stirred in bed, feeling the gentle weight of the world settle into her bones. A strange calmness filled her, a serenity that was both unfamiliar and welcome. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of preparations, discussions, and quiet anticipation, but now, it felt as if everything had settled into place. She gently placed a hand on her stomach, where a small, growing life now existed. Her heart fluttered at the thought. She was pregnant.

I stammered, not knowing what particularly to say. “You will what?” Lucy swallowed hard, waiting for my response. “I don’t know…I don’t know,” I said, tears welling at the corner of my eyes, and Lucy pulled me into a tight hug, her hand petting my back gently. “It’s okay, but come to think of it, how did Liam quickly know you are pregnant?” She asked, and I stepped back from the hug, my eyes and hand on my stomach. “He said he could smell it,” I replied, and Lucy's mouth fell apart.

Aislen sighed and sat beside her. “Here,” Lucy cupped her hands around Aislen’s as she lit Aislen’s cigarette. Aislen clearly saw Rohan, one of the footballers, as he ground and grunted over her, and knew that Lucy was pregnant with Rohan’s baby, which was the cause of the vomiting, but also that Guy had promised to drive Lucy across the state for an abortion if the home methods that they had been trying for the last two weeks didn’t work… In a sudden, chilling, image, Aislen saw Lucy, her face grey and lifeless, her eyes staring blankly, as a puddle of blood spread around her.