Male Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

Louis understood exactly what Adora was implying and explained, "They say that when a fetus senses the mother’s rejection or resentment, it becomes abnormally resilient, fighting to survive. Don’t know if it’s true." Adora was startled. "There’s really such a theory? Sounds a bit far-fetched." "There are countless things in this world that science can’t explain. Just the other day, there was a news story about a woman who didn’t even know she was pregnant. “She kept having her period every month, then suddenly had massive bleeding, went to the hospital, and gave birth right there—sounds absurd, but it’s real."

She swallowed a wince and immediately moved to the left, her attempt to turn around to leave the room failing as she was hit with a form of dizziness like never before. It happened swiftly. Her legs turned and for a second, she was certain she was about to fall and hit the ground. Until she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her forward until her hands slammed against his rock hard chest, his lips directly hovering against her ears as he whispered. “Unless, you’re pregnant already.”

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.

It was actually my idea to go for that prenatal checkup. Compared to other women six months along, my belly was far too big—almost the size of someone carrying twins. I looked it up online. A baby that grew too large could make delivery dangerous for both mother and child. That was why I suggested another hospital visit, just to be safe. I never expected that this marriage, or James' six years of persistence in chasing me, was nothing but a complete lie. I was never his wife. I was just the substitute carrying the child he wanted for himself and Natasha.

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

I stood there, broom in hand, feeling the world around me blur as my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “What? I’m… pregnant?” I could hardly believe it. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, the weight of the realization settling over me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I had been careful; I had taken all the precautions. But my wolf wouldn’t lie, and the truth of it sank in with a painful clarity. “All the late symptoms you've been showing leads to that. You're carrying a pup inside you," she confirmed again making me fret.

After hour of waiting The doctor called me Congratulations madam,you are one month gone He said and I became confused I don't understand I said I mean you are one month pregnant He repeated and his words keep on ringing in my ears Am having a tiny being inside me Am pregnant with my baby And I don't know the father I said in my mind crying If you don't want the baby we can easily abort it The doctor said You must be mad doc,you want me to abort my child,my little baby God forbid I said and ran out of the hospital to cry my eyes out I arrived at home and saw my aunt back She walked to me and look at me strangling What are you hiding She asked Nothing aunt I said trying to hide the pregnancy p

He couldn’t kneel without drawing attention to us, and pretended to be offering me a selection of books to choose from. I flipped through one of the books, uninterested in the contents as I hissed at him, “Out with it already!” “They’re saying that one of their members is a female, that can not only shift, but she has a mate and was very pregnant before the moon. Her pregnancy is still intact after her first shift,” he whispered, holding out another book. I took it from him and handed him the first to thumb through the new pages, “So Ulf was right about her.”

At that moment, Linet reappeared at the doorway — her face drained of color as she realized what Mary was about to do. Francis stood up, his brow furrowed. "Mary, what are you talking about?" Mary took a deep breath. "The pregnancy is fake. There is no baby." A gasp rippled through the room. "You’re lying!" Linet screeched, storming forward. "You’re jealous! You’ve always been jealous of me!" "I have proof," Mary said calmly, opening the folder and sliding out several documents: medical reports from clinics Linet claimed to have visited, all showing no record of pregnancy, and a photo — Linet shopping for fake baby bumps.