One Night Stand Pregnancy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but wonder how happy he’d make me feel if he was mine. “So you had something to tell me?” she suddenly asks. “Hmm” I say not explaining further. “Is it about the sexy guy you slept with?” I smile shyly “Oh My God! It totally is!” she exclaims “No it’s not” I lie trying to calm her down I could see the disappointment on her face “Well there’s not much to tell. He was a one night stand and I never have to see him again.” I say trying to sound convincing which was sounding as convincing as it should in my ears. “Fine so what did you want to talk about?” she says reluctantly dropping the topic.

All he was waiting for was me to step inside, and then we'll be off, which I didn't hesitate to do. He sits across from me in the helicopter, and I stare through the window. The memory and the scenery of everything feels like déjà vu, and I immediately remember the night after my one-night stand with Jasmine, when I was whisked off at the very next moment on a plane to Italy, back where I belonged, to finish up the business I started. Then at one of my most heartbreaking events of all time, I was expected not to show any hint of emotion at all. That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave

I blurted out. There’s complete silence on the other end of the line. For a moment, I think they’ve hung up. “Mom? Dad?” I asked hesitantly. “You’re… pregnant?” This time, it was my Dad speaking on the other line. “Yes,” I admit, my cheeks burning even though they can’t see me. “It was… it was a one-night stand." And that's when my Mom lost it. I heard scratches and noises on the other end like the phone was being forcefully passed to someone else.

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

"You didn't need to come. I told Yvaine to let you know I was fine." "I know, but I was still worried." He shifted lower and wrapped both arms around me. I squirmed a little, getting comfortable, then glanced past his shoulder— And froze. On the nightstand: a neat, ridiculous pyramid of condoms. All sealed. All different sizes. Some had matte wrappers. Some had glossy ones. There were stripes, neon colors, even a shiny purple one that claimed to be cinnamon-flavored. Sleep vanished. I nearly launched out of his arms. He was watching me with that smug, unblinking stare that made my jaw twitch.

Just a girl from a one-night stand. Shoving the thoughts aside, I rushed through the rest of my tasks, signed out, and headed home. At Vanessa’s apartment, the sight of Sara curled up on the couch with her bunny eased something in me. She was already fast asleep, cheeks pressed to the toy, breathing steady and small. I gathered her carefully into my arms, her warmth seeping into me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. I carried her upstairs, laid her in bed, kissed her forehead, and stayed a moment before slipping back out.

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

As Violet left to fetch a pregnancy test, I remained in the bathroom, my mind racing with a mix of confusion, concern, and a tinge of fear. The reality of the situation sank in deeper as I reflected on the possibility of being pregnant from a one-night stand. The thought of facing such a life-altering event without a clear understanding of what transpired that night added to my anxiety. Minutes ticked by, I anxiously awaited Violet's return. I tried to steady my breathing. The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my train of thoughts, I heard Violet's hurried footsteps approaching the bathroom. Violet entered the room, holding a pregnancy test kit in her hands. She handed it to

She had never regretted giving birth to the child she had borne from a one-night stand when she was drunk over a breakup. Joe clinked glasses with her, “To our daughter.” Joe continued, “Anyway, using me as a human shield finally showed its consequences. Around half a year later, the footballer guy who had asked her out cornered her close to a public library in the late evening one day. He tried to harass her, and I tried to fight him, but he was a football prodigy, and I was, well, me. He beat the crap out of me and then continued to try to kiss her forcibly.”

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"