Novel & Cerita Male Pregnancy Fiction

It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n. The title was ‘Alpha’s Secret Boy.’ “What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, flipping the book over to read the blurb on the back. The title sounded so cheesy like some cheap internet fiction. But even the blurb was worse. Mpreg. It was a fucking Mpreg novel. I only knew what it was because my ex–girlfriend back in high school was obsessed with books like this and always read them on her phone. That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her.

Fathia said with annoyance, and she didn't remember to checked her body, and when she turned back and she saw that the bed had a stain, that was when she remembered to checked her body, and she saw that her body was full of sperms, and she asked, did you have sex with me? "yes, twice" Fred retorted, "you see my condition, heavily pregnant, and you drug me and you want kill me and my baby because of your selfish Interest, you are such a callous man, wicked soul" Fathia said, " since your sperm has touched on the baby, can you let me go and see the doctor for safety reasons because I don't want to lose my life and the baby" Fathia said, while tears dripping down from her eyes,

Fear crept into my heart, threatening to overshadow the newfound sense of peace I had just experienced. The pain intensified, radiating through my body like a burning fire. It felt different from any discomfort I had experienced before. "Am I having a miscarriage?" I asked Moria, crying, unable to think of anything else.

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 made her future easier. When she opened her eyes in this body, she had been too confused to understand anything. The pregnancy alone had been a huge shock, especially for her, who after so many years of surviving never had much of an idea about being intimate with others. Of course, back on Earth, things got out of control, and that book had been another way of pushing the right narrative. Having more than one partner was normal, pregnancy was bad and drove people insane, and you needed to stick close to strong people if you wanted to survive.

I quickly took a hot shower and change into a black leather jacket and a pair of black trouser and a black matching boot and face cap. I got into my car and drove straight to the hotel. I got there just around mid evening and got out of the car. I walked towards the reception and showed the portrait to the two lady on seat but none of them seem to recognize him. I heard them gossip amongst themselves but I'm not in the mood to listen to their gossips. I'm still in my first trimester so I have to find this alpha before my pregnancy grows into the second trimester. It's not really easy carrying this pregnancy at all. I always feel weak and lose consciousness at interval. According to Irene she

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.