Melissa O'neil Pregnant Novels & Stories

But as long as they faced them together, she believed that they could overcome anything. With that thought in mind, Melissa finally drifted off to sleep, her mind and body finding much-needed rest. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, she allowed herself to find peace in the arms of the man she loved. As Melissa drifted deeper into sleep, her mind began to wander into the realm of dreams. She found herself in a hazy, ethereal space, surrounded by a soft glow. In the distance, she could hear the faint sound of crying. Curiosity and concern filled Melissa's heart as she followed the sound. As she approached, the cries grew louder and more desperate. She soon discovered the source

he replied, standing and walking out. As soon as Charlie left, the two women who loved teasing Melissa barged into the room, startling her as she jumped to her feet. “Damn it, you two!" Melissa snapped. “What’s wrong with you?" “Melissa!” The women giggled like mischievous teenagers, coming over to hold her from both sides. “Why didn’t you tell us you were pregnant?" “I’ve always wanted to be an aunt. I think God is using you to make my dream come true," the second added.

she paused and dimmed her eyes at my body. I caught her gaze on my bust which was getting bigger by the day, and I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into my chamber. “Is it true? Talk to me, Melissa? I can see it all over your body.” she asked anxiously, smiling hugely. Staring around cautiously, I whispered, “I am pregnant for Brian. Shhh!” I shut her up with my palm on her mouth when she tried to scream. “This is good news,” she mumbled and began to inspect my body, “Oh my God, so you are pregnant. I knew it. Yes…”

“You’re going to be speaking with someone else from now, can you listen attentively and record what she says?” “Yes, I can…” Finn replied, “I’m listening…” Melissa came to the phone, we switched the voice call to FaceTime, and Finn gave her the go-ahead to talk. “My name is Melissa Doyles” she began. “If you have seen the popular video where a young brunette is on the floor, begging a heavily pregnant woman for mercy, then you can zoom the video and check. I am a pregnant lady. Yes, I am that person, stomping on the humble lady on the ground.

The caption read: “Blessed with our little miracle. Can’t wait to meet you.” Her blood boiled in valid anger. Her vision nearly blacked out. “No… no, no, no…” She muttered. ‘Wait… why should I care… just like Channie said. Don't give a fuck… don't give a fuck.’ As much as her mind tried to encourage her. She couldn't shake the feeling. Melissa. Pregnant. With Max’s child. The child she had lost. – – – Some time had passed by since the news broke to her, and suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Virginia said, placing her hand on Melissa's arm. "That's why I called you, Mel. We have to tell him," Fred said. "Tell me what?" I was already losing patience. Melissa sighed and looked at me as if measuring her words. "Remember the day you were with Cat in the elevator?" Melissa asked me. "Of course, it was the last time I was with her," I confirmed. "Well. She's pregnant, Miller," Melissa said, and I felt the world stop spinning once again. "She's what?" Patrick and Henry asked in unison.

Athena mentioned, always the voice of reason. “I do, she deserves it.” He said with a smile. “You people will make me have grey hairs soon at this rate.” “You're already old, darling. Don't worry too much about that.” Melissa walked in looking as beautiful as ever. She has added weight from giving birth and looks even more beautiful. I walked up to her and kissed her lips. “I love you too, baby.” She melted in my arms while our kids were busy screaming. “Ewwwww!” We have just started our own beautiful beginning.

The plane has just landed. - Yeah it's good you can open the con. I answered neutrally. He runs and appears through the opening. -We just landed Barely 10 minutes after we posted on social media that the celebrity darling is back from his tour. I only nodded....it doesn't surprise me....I'm Sky Tagger anyway! I was about to leave when suddenly Carlisle asked me: -What do we do with them? I bring them to your house? He pointed to the girls sleeping on my bed.

"Do you know Richard Hart?" I feel my world crumble and clench my fists at my sides, my throat tightening as I tremble, walking toward them calmly. "Melissa!" "Richard!" "I didn’t know you were married and had kids." "Married? No," she laughs weakly. "The daddy of our little gem is just an idiot who…" Her voice trails off. "Shit!" She stands up with Ryan, as if something just clicked in her mind. "I’m going to call Eloy so we can leave."

She waved her hands as she rolled her eyes “Who knows he could be broke, and I won't let any poor man raise the child to a friend of mine even if he's the father. I'll have my dad fund for antenatal care and bring nannies to–” “Milson…as in The Milson Heir,” I cut her off. It took her some time before she processed what I said “House of Milson?!” She screamed as I covered my ears “You're having The Milson Heir baby?! How are you so calm about it?!” “I'm terrified. A part of me wants to tell him the other part doesn't want to. Because what if he asks me to abort the child?” I asked, hoping she'd understand me.