Male Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

I attempted to speak, but I did it in a croaked voice. She followed me up right behind me, and rubbed my back. “Layla! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” A reply was on my lips, but I felt the dizziness growing, and the room swam about my head. My body felt heavy, my knees were weak. I attempted to keep myself erect, but the world was spinning fast , and the sickness again overwhelmed me. “Elowen…keiran…marked…last night… dress for…mating ceremony.” I muttered, trying to get the truth out so I’d die without holding secrets.

Her plan was disrupted by him, so now she had to make him agree to the divorce as soon as possible as her stomach was getting bigger day by day. If one was observant enough, one would see that her belly had grown a little bigger. She didn't have much time anymore. Restlessness prevented her from finding solace in sleep. Instead, she unlocked her phone and logged into her private spam account, which was not followed by anyone. She treated the space as a virtual confessional, her personal diary. In her page, she poured her soul into pregnancy diaries, chronicling the weekly transformations of her unborn child. Each entry resonated with the sheer joy of impending motherhood.

said the doctor. But if so, then one of you is lying or mistaken," Sage said sternly. "No, not always like this. I am not blaming the doctor for lying, and I am quite sure of myself too. I have been a doctor for twenty years now, and I would not make the slightest error in establishing that a woman is pregnant. Perhaps she has aborted, but at least she is pregnant. I could feel the growing fetus," Marlena went on, the contour of her features becoming stern one.

he declared, the lines between his imagination and reality blurred in the dimly lit room. As the strained collaboration unfolded, Kaia braced herself for the impending childbirth, trapped in a surreal scenario where Alex's distorted perceptions clashed with her desperate need for support. The air in the room crackled with tension as the surreal dialogue between them underscored the tumultuous nature of this moment – a moment that would shape the destiny of the child about to enter the world amidst the unsettling backdrop of their complex relationship.

Snuggly and warm in a way that reminded me of how an older brother might be. By the time I reached my room, the sting in my cheek had faded to a dull throb, but another sensation had begun to take its place. It wasn’t the usual ache from hunger or nerves. This was heavier, almost numbing, radiating in slow pulses that made my breath hitch. I would have thought I was in labour but a werewolf's pregnancy could not be due at 3 months. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing a hand to my abdomen. Maybe it was the food from earlier.. it might have been too greasy. Or… worse….it might have been poisoned.

Not at all. And I told myself I didn't care. Liar. On the third morning, there was a knock on my door. I didn't answer because I never did but this time, the Mara walked in anyway. "Up," Mara said In a firm voice that gave no room for arguments "Now. We have work to do." I curled tighter under the blanket. "I'm not feeling well." "Funny," she said dryly. "You've been 'not feeling well' for days now, and Elara said you're fine. Just pregnant."

I asked him. He glanced at me a second time, I could sense the fear in his eyes. He started to speak very carefully: "We ran several tests. "For what? Food poisoning?" "No." He said, shaking his head. "Then what?" He hesitated. “You are pregnant.”

Doctor Brianna's eyes widened as she tapped on the laptop, not meeting my eyes. "That explains it." She whispered and looked toward my exposed stomach. Aeron let his fingers trail under my belly button before removing his hand, "This is only going to get worse if this is her symptom, Alpha." She said and then turned towards me, "Are you sure you want to continue this pregnancy, Maliya? When a Mother is carrying a pup that was conceived when one of the parents was on wolfhaze, they usually have one symptom that gets worse. Most of the time, it's a sickness. Your emotions will get worse, and the depression, I'm sure you experienced, will get worse." "There is nothing to stop it?" I asked and t

Autumn’s POV My pregnancy came as a tidal wave, drowning in a sea of uncertainty and anxiety and leaving me gasping for breath. In my mind's eye, Mathias's face—filled with love and expectation—turned from a beautiful mask of allegiance and contempt. Should he find the truth, my carefully put-on facade would fall apart, exposing me. Given their merciless pragmatism, the rogues would not hesitate to kill me should I compromise their intentions. In their game, I was a pawn and a tool towards an aim. And a pawn in pregnancy was a liability, a loose end that needed to be secured.

That, just maybe, he’d finally love me the way I’ve been quietly begging him to. I thought this would be the start of something beautiful. The beginning of our family. The start of us. But now… not so much. I clutch my belly. I’m shaking, sobbing, shoulders jerking with every breath. What if I heard wrong? What if the mind-numbing effect of sex distorted everything? What if I imagined it? Ragnar’s never even looked at another woman. At least, not that I’ve seen. He’s always said he loved me. Maybe I was overwhelmed. Maybe the shock of the test… twisted reality?