Manifest Michaela Pregnant Novels & Stories

I'm only human, I'm not made of steel, so I can't hold on any longer. Fernando's POV "Arrhh!" I screamed at the top of my voice inside my car with my hands hitting the steering wheel frustratingly. How could this be happening now? Why the hell would she get pregnant for me at such a delicate time? I might have acted up unconcern in there at but I know deep down my heart that the child she is carrying is mine. I glance down to the test result staring at me on the passenger seat and I nervously grab it and read it all over again. The test result confirmed it, the baby Micaela is carrying is a week and three days old, it falls in line with the exact night we made love for the very first time du

she replied, turning her gaze back to the screen. “Yes, I agree with you, but you've begun to exhibit signs of pregnancy. We must go for a checkup or something,” Michael said with a smile on his face. “I’m not pregnant, Michael!” she slammed her palm against the desk. “Can we focus on the problem we have at hand, please? Pregnancy checkup later.” Michael didn't speak, he just nodded. He wasn't pleased with her reaction but he understood her. The stress of the circumstances they find themselves in was overwhelming. It had the power to trigger anger with the slightest push.

"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.

"Cath, I see it in your face. I need you to tell me what it is that you are concealing. Right now. I was gutted when his voice broke on the final syllable. Speaking aloud felt like standing on a precipice and gazing into space, yet the truth was weighing down my chest like a burden I could no longer support. I trembled as I said, "I was going to tell you." Mike halted his pacing and narrowed his gaze as he faced me. "What is meant by that? What were you going to tell me? I forced myself to look him in the eye and inhaled deeply. "Mia," I murmured. "She is your daughter," I said. The ensuing hush was deafening. Mike stood motionless, his face changing from bewilderment to incredulity to somet

If they discover the pregnancy. The doctor leaned closer to Michael, her voice dropping to a murmur. "And considering the patient's condit—" My dry throat constricted. I had to stop her— BRRRRT! Michael's phone screamed like a fire alarm. He ripped it from his pocket, the caller ID making him snap to attention. "Yes, boss?" A beat. His jaw tightened. "Understood. On my way now, sir." He slapped a black credit card onto the doctor's clipboard. "Keep her here till New Year's if you want." The door rattled in its frame as he vanished, the doctor's lips still parted around the unspoken "pregnant".

But Lucien noticed everything—the way his shoulders were just a fraction too stiff, the flicker in his eyes that betrayed the weight of what he carried. “Report,” Lucien ordered. For a moment, Matteo didn’t speak. His jaw worked once, like he was forcing the words into place. Finally, he said, “Boss… the clinic called me this afternoon. They said the results are out" Lucien’s gaze sharpened, cold and expectant. “And?” Matteo’s throat bobbed with a swallow. His hands locked behind his back, the gesture of a soldier delivering bad news. “She’s pregnant.”

He answered on the first ring. "Maliya. Thank god. Are you safe?" "I'm—yes. I'm safe. What's going on?" "Where are you? I'll come get you. We need to talk. Face to face." "I'm at a friend's place. But Richard, what's happening? Your message said something about Micaiah—" "I know what he is. What he's been doing. And I know—" His voice cracked. "I know about the pregnancy. About two years ago. Your mother told me everything."

Em yanked the rug from beneath me, forcing me back into reality, into a bitter cold autumn and winter without her, but with a future as a prince, and one day a king, ahead of me. Michael stares blankly at the wall, lost in thought. After a moment, he turns to me, saying under his breath, “I had a dream when she was ill–lost in that coma. I dreamt that we’d have a son–our first born. I saw him, felt him throwing himself in bed to wake me up, and Faye came rushing in to stop him, and she was… heavily pregnant.” “Dreams don’t mean a thing, Michael.”

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

I texted back, but headed downstairs to meet her. We met halfway up the stairs. Stella gave me a hug and we both walked to the guest room where I stayed. We got settled on the bed and I filled Stella in on the recent developments. “15 million? Girl, your career is officially set,” she said excitedly and we both squealed. “Yes, yes you can say that,” I responded, doing a happy spin. “But Stella,” I paused. “I think Sebastian is the one.” I hesitated. “What do you mean by ‘the one’?”