Male Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

"Liam will never love you even if I am gone! He loves me and our child! He said that I will be the only woman who will carry his child!" "HAHAHAHA!!! And you believe it?! Let me tell you something, do you remember the time when Liam did not go home to you after my birthday party. He was with me that time, we were together the whole night. He kept on making love to me until I am so full inside. The result of that night is this, my pregnancy Mari. I am pregnant with Liam's child! So he doesn't need you anymore! I will give him a son that he will love the most. He doesn't need a woman who's not on the same level as him so I think you need to get out of the picture of my happy family" Elizabeth

Given how reclusive Taisiya’s been since the hospital results came in, I honestly doubted she’d even bother to read my message — let alone care. And really, it wasn’t even that difficult. A few minor adjustments to her medical records at a hospital Vanderbilt Holdings conveniently owns partial shares in, and voilà — her perfectly mundane malnutrition and stress-induced amenorrhea became a full-blown pregnancy. Isn’t it fascinating? The things a single word — pregnant — can make a baby-phobic woman unravel over. But judging by the argument unfolding on screen, she got it just fine. I tap my nails against the door panel, watching Emilia flinch and Tessa pace like a caged animal.

"What's wrong with me?" "You're pregnant," Ava said, the two words falling into the quiet room like heavy iron weights. "Six weeks. The pup is healthy, Kaira... but its aura is unmistakable. It carries the Alpha bloodline of the Golden Pack." The world stopped. The crackle of the fireplace, the howling mountain wind outside, the sound of my own breathing—everything vanished, replaced by an agonizing, deafening ringing in my ears. Liam's child.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Damien had not moved. He was watching me with that expression again. The one that lived underneath all his composure. I still did not have a name for it and I was beginning to think that was deliberate on my part. Naming it meant acknowledging it and acknowledging it meant doing something about it and I did not have space for that tonight. “She knew,” I said. My voice came out rough around the edges. “About the twins. She wrote children plural before I was even born.” “The old records described a moon connection that went beyond standard wolf instinct,” Damien said carefully. “Foresight was mentioned.”

“Congratulations you’re pregnant. It was on your medical report that I paid top dollar for. “You’re lying there is no way I’m pregnant and for damn sure not pregnant with a pup. I don’t even think that is humanly possible, by wh…..” I stopped as I remembered that first night, I got out of the hospital in the bathroom with Makahi I’m not dumb I know about pre cum and it being the more potent than the actual sperm that happens when men orgasm. Is that why I have been sick? Is my baby ok I know that my blood hurts wolve and if my baby is part wolf is it OK? I question as I start to hyperventilate my breathing becomes erratic my head is throbbing, I need some air I need to get out of here I tho

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Damian approached Selena, it seemed he was indeed going to listen to Selena about it. "Well... usually, pregnancy outside of marriage is... something unwanted. So, the thoughts of the mother and the fetus must be connected because they are in the same body. When the mother feels the fetus is unwanted, the fetus thinks so too. So, the fetus adjusts itself, trying not to inconvenience the mother." Selena said doubtfully. "That's just my thoughts, I don't know what the real medical situation is. You know, it's just logic. I skipped a lot of classes at school. And all I have are stories from the experiences of people... who are like me," Selena added.

A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs. As they rushed me into surgery, I heard the doctor's urgent voice. "Patient's miscarrying—where's her family? We're losing the baby!" I heard the nurse trying to reach Daniel over and over. When she finally got through, Daniel just snapped. "Can you stop calling me every five minutes? I'm working my ass off so she can afford the best prenatal care, aren't I?"

The sudden rush of warm fluid between my legs in the freezing warehouse made my heart stop, and I knew our baby had decided to arrive right in the middle of hell. I clutched the rough wall for support as another sharp pain tore through me, my knees buckling on the cold concrete floor. The blizzard screamed outside, snow blowing through the broken windows and piling up in white drifts around us. We had taken shelter in this abandoned warehouse after escaping Vance’s compound, but now it felt like a tomb. Seven months pregnant, or so we thought. The falsified clinic records and Victor’s old doctors had always shown a boy, the male heir Victor had demanded with such desperation. We had believed