One Direction Preferences Pregnant Novels & Stories

Victor’s smile faded slightly. Aurora spoke over the noise. “This is how manipulation works.” Her voice was firm. “Not with lies.” A pause. “But with half-truths.” Silence again. Now— They were listening. Really listening. Aurora didn’t stop. “And now, there is something else you need to know.” Adrian turned slightly toward her. Marcus stilled. Ethan looked at her carefully. Aurora took a breath. “I am pregnant.” The room froze. Shock spread instantly.

He stood and headed upstairs, but his phone screen lit up just then. Face up, right on the edge of the coffee table. One glance was all it took. Clara. The message was a single line: "My stomach's bothering me. The baby keeps kicking." My nails dug hard into my palms to keep from laughing out loud. So she'd planned the pregnancy, too. No wonder she'd been brazen enough to send me those photos and videos. This wasn't provocation — it was a power play. She probably figured that once she was carrying Adrian's child, his blind devotion would guarantee her the title of Mrs. Blackwood.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

One month before the wedding, my fiancée, Diana, insisted on having a child with her childhood sweetheart. I didn't agree. But she kept bringing it up, day after day, cornering me like she was negotiating a business deal that had to close. Then, two weeks before the big day, I received an anonymous package. It was a pregnancy report from a private clinic on the Upper East Side. It stated clearly: Diana. Five weeks and three days pregnant. In that instant, I realized she had never cared what I thought. She had already

he said quietly. “Something that wasn’t supposed to.” Ava’s skin prickled. “What?” He exhaled shakily. “You collapsed in the suite. You were shaking, screaming about a man in the hallway… someone watching you. I found you curled up on the floor, bleeding.” Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. “Bleeding?” "You were pregnant," Damian replied, his voice cracking with the final word. "We did not know. You had missed your appointment, and now God, Ava, you were slipping away."

This man was just a stranger that charmed his way into my heart only for me to push him back out. Love, Abby x ~~~ Dear Diary, Alex was being so sweet to me lately. I was ill recently. I was throwing up and my mood swings were crazy but he still stayed by my side. He doesn't know that I had an affair and I hope he never does because I don't want to lose him. He also doesn't know that I'm pregnant. Yes! I'm pregnant! A little baby is growing inside of me! I was so happy and so excited to tell him the good news but then I realised, the baby might not be his.

His treatment will never be completed. One night, i found out I was pregnant and happily told him about it. He got furious and shouted, "that child is not mine, you are having an affair!! Tell me who's child is that?". He turned like monster, I never knew of. He's been hearing voices and his condition got worse. I told him to get help and yet he refused to do so. He was violent, and i end up getting beaten every time.

“ Are you going to tell them that you got pregnant through a one night stand? I know I can’t . I may be a serial womanizer in the eyes of society but I wouldn’t dare take the disrespect back to my parents at home. They are very traditional, you see” I roll my eyes . What a filial son “ Cut the attitude, Miss Parkinson. I’m being serious here” The offer sounds tempting, but…My hand instinctively move to caress my stomach. There is no obvious change but the strong palpitation is an indication of a secondary life within me. “ Mr. Andres, your offer is tempting but I’m afraid I can’t give you a reply right now. Let me think about it.” He looks like he wants to argue but nods instead.

I:- No! Neil:- you have a Son? I:- yes! One year old. Board member 1:- you have a baby without wedlock? I:- yes sir! Board member 2:- This is India, Ms. Porishma Das, not a foreign country where you can do whatever you want to do. Do you know Sleeping with a man and being pregnant without marriage isn't our culture? I:- It's my life and it depends on me to do whatever I like and about having a baby before marriage it's my choice and I choose my baby over marriage or anything else.

Merina’s eyes were wide, she never suspected his twisted sexual desires in all these years. His thumb used her clit for balance as his finger thrust into her. “Hm. We’re starting on this scenario now to make it a reality.” His voice came to her ears as a soft, intimate purr. “No more pill or condoms. We’ll enjoy our baby making time to an extreme.” “What? Conner, no. You can’t decide that by yourself, and we aren’t married. I don’t want to become pregnant.”