Mother Impregnated By Son Novels & Stories

attached. Mindy, who had claimed to be Mrs. Griffin’s best friend, had posted a lengthy article exposing what she knew. She revealed that, during my recovery after childbirth, I had unknowingly stumbled upon Albert and Summer’s affair. This led me to question whether Paulina was even my biological daughter. To silence the growing online speculation, Mindy released a recording and three paternity test results. In the video, Albert and Summer were entangled with each other while ignoring the baby crying nearby.

Arvis was less than three years old, and he couldn't work before he grew up. But before she could say these words, Emlin waved his hand, "By the way, I only have one daughter. Although I like her, I want a son. You will marry me, and you have a son..." Hearing this, Alaina let out a sigh of relief. But before she got totally relieved, Emlin said, "But, after all, he's not my own son. So, you have to give birth to a son for me in the future. My ex-wife couldn't give birth to a son. Alas! But you're different. You have a son, although he's not my biological son. However, my aunt said that you were not in good health before, and now you look very thin. Therefore, you have to nourish your body.

I was the undisputed queen of high society. My arranged marriage to the city's wealthiest tycoon bloomed into genuine love, and together we had a son. But tragedy struck. A sudden car crash killed my husband on the spot and left our son in a comatose state with almost no chance of waking up. To protect the family empire, I adopted Josiah Barnes from an orphanage, grooming him strictly to heir-level standards. I gave him enviable status and limitless resources, with only one request. He had to complete a strategic alliance by marrying Charlotte Thorne, heiress to the Thorne family. Yet at my birthday banquet, Josiah showed up with his arm wrapped around a pregnant ex-con, demanding a show

“Mom, stop crying. Dad isn’t dead at all.” My whole body stiffened. “He’s just scum. Behind your back, he’s running off with his true love. They’ve eloped abroad for their honeymoon.” I shot my head up. The hallway was empty, completely empty. I thought I must be imagining things from crying. I took a deep breath, ready to stand. Then the voice came again. “It’s me, Mom. I’m your son! “Dad wanted you to terminate me because he was afraid you’d claim the inheritance. He thought you didn’t know how much money he had.”

Many women would cry over the sight of them. And I can really say that it's inevitable, given how handsome my two sons are. In fact, many women claim to have been impregnated by my sons, which is surprising because that's not how my sons are. But whenever the results come out, it turns out that the women aren't pregnant after all, and some even want to pin their pregnancies on my sons. For god sake, they can't be swayed by those women.

“Mom! Dad! Your adorable daughter is home” I knew what Morgana was trying to do; I didn’t have the strength to argue with her. I was still mad at her for betraying me with Tyrone, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of our parents. It was Christmas, and they deserved a peaceful holiday. Mom and Dad walked in, they looked visibly worried, and I knew it was about me. My father was the beta of our pack, beta Nicholas and his mate, Matilda Westmore, my parents.

I saw a photograph. Inside it, the same man stood smiling, his arm wrapped around a beautiful woman holding a baby boy. His wife. His son. His family.The woman had eyes I could recognize but just wasn’t sure. “I don’t want to talk about them”,he said as I turned ready to ask where they were. Of course. Of course. How foolish of me to think I was going to fall in love again , no , not another mistake. He must have seen my face change, because he didn’t say a word. Just slipped a card from his pocket and placed it into my hand before leading me downstairs.

She smiled. "I went back few times but that time when John got matted and when he was blessed with a son. Your Dad sweetie. He had only one son but Moon Goddess blessed him with a true Omega son. He was not strong though. He got other powers but not strength." Thinking she might have offended the younger one, she spoke again.

His jaw set hard. "Claire..." he muttered under his breath, his knuckles turning white around the glass. "She was declared dead years ago." I stood there staring at him, my hand instinctively drifting down to rest against the subtle firmness of my lower stomach. My heart hammered against my ribs. *Tell him,* a voice whispered from the depths of my chest. *Tell him you're pregnant. Tell him he has a right to know.* The truth hung right on the tip of my tongue, heavy and terrifying. I opened my mouth to speak, but before a single word could form, the sound of a keycard sliding into the door lock stole his attention.

I have to plan my moves accordingly because as soon as they see a way to rescue Cassidy and kill me, they will. "It is hilarious you think you can save your mate, daughter," I chuckle. "She is mine. The Gods sent her to me. I am powerful. I am destined for Greatness!" I let my words bellow throughout the barn, hoping they intimidate everyone else. "You are mine, Cassidy," I say, nibbling on her ear. "You are going to birth me a son." Her body stiffens at my words. I hear her heart rate increase dramatically, and her hands quickly cover her stomach. My eyes widen. Has it finally happened? I am finally going to have a son?