Pregnancy Mangas Novels & Stories

Mandy frowned before saying, “You always ask me that. But it seems that no matter what I tell you is happening you tell me that it’s perfectly normal.” Tina raised a brow. “Pain, headaches, nightmares, heartburn, and occasional cramping are all typical of a normal pregnancy, Mandy. But should you come in with purple stripes and orange polka dots I promise to be properly impressed.” Mandy laughed. “I haven’t experienced stripes or polka dots, so I suppose I should be grateful. It is nothing like that.” “What is it, child? I have been seeing mother’s for over twenty years, and I don’t think that there is anything you could say that would surprise me.”

Before I could finish, Hazel stepped on my belly with the tip of her high heel. "Why are you even wasting time on this woman, Ethan? Let's kill that baby and go earn some credit with Grandpa." A wave of searing pain shot through my abdomen. I could feel the baby twisting in panic inside me, and terror—unlike anything I'd ever known—flooded my chest. I looked up at them, pleading. "Please… Don't hurt my baby…" Hazel lifted her phone and aimed it at me, saying, "Get on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're filthy. Do that, and maybe I'll spare your baby."

"Ada, please, just tell me—" "It can be." Her voice had gone careful, measured, the tone she used with patients when she needed them calm enough to actually hear her. "The mark itself isn't harmful. But sometimes, under extreme stress — physical trauma, fear, exposure to something toxic — it can trigger what the old healers called a blood surge. The infant's body tries to process wolf instincts too early, before it's ready. It can cause exactly what we're seeing. Breathing distress. Unconsciousness."

The doctor responded, "How so, Doctor?" "BDSM isn't harmful to pregnant women, well except you go extreme but mild BDSM roleplay is harmless, also I am pretty sure the reason you passed out is mainly that you are stressed both mentally, emotionally and physically." The doctor huffed, "Normally those are emotions that you will handle quite well. If it was just yourself, but since you are pregnant, you are also kind of fragile right now. I think that is the reason you fainted. That made sense.

"Perhaps this storefront was the last comfortable bed I came across before walking miles to get to the next town. Or maybe tomorrow I'll find another ride to get to the next town." The first three months of pregnancy are very tough. Blair never knew that fact and never got any teaching from her mother about pregnancy, not even at school. For the past few weeks, she has continued to experience severe nausea and vomiting. Blair even had trouble swallowing food. But she still struggles to keep her life. She often sleeps on a park bench at night, only on cardboard, and covers her body with an old blanket. Blair didn't know how she was going to face the winter.

It had been two days since the confrontation in Damian’s office. Two days of whispers, stares, and the constant buzz of the city reminding me that nothing about my life was ordinary anymore. I had tried to bury myself in mundane tasks—buying tiny clothes, blankets, toys—anything to feel a connection to the child growing inside me. But no amount of soft cotton or pastel colors could mask the storm brewing around me. The boutique was quiet, a small refuge in a city that never slept. I ran my fingers over a soft, cream-colored onesie, imagining the little hands and feet that would soon fill it. The moment brought a pang of hope and fear so sharp it made me wince.

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Both pregnancy test. And that's where warren passed out. Luxian quickly grabbed Warren's head. Luxian has felt this way since Warren started vomiting in the morning, seven weeks ago. Luxian is smart just like Warren. "He's pregnant!?" Linux shout echoed to the whole office. "He's a man, Doc. Why would a man get pregnant? I'm sure he's a male because we are childhood friends... is he a girl by any chance?" There's a doubt in the Luxian question, even him is thinking crazy of how Warren got pregnant!

PREGNANT (3+) Two sharp, thick red lines were boldly printed across the display. Elena recoiled. Her hand reflexively clapped over her mouth to stifle a shock-induced shriek that nearly escaped her throat. Tears of sheer anxiety instantly welled in the corners of her eyes. Every joint in her body suddenly turned to water, forcing the aristocratic woman to sink helplessly onto the cold marble floor—precisely as she had on that horrific night weeks ago. "No... this is impossible..." Elena murmured hoarsely. She shook her head, her vacant gaze filled with an extraordinary panic. "How can I be pregnant? From just one accursed night?"

he murmured, tilting his head as if to get a better look, “but I think your stomach is bigger than it was last night.” Raven’s breath hitched. She glanced down at herself, her pulse quickening as she pressed a hand to the small but undeniable swell beneath her fingers. “Why is my stomach so large already?” she asked, a hint of unease creeping into her voice. “Most wolves have a pregnancy cycle of four months.” Damien exhaled, his expression shifting into something thoughtful. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “You’re coming along faster than expected. But I don’t think you should worry—it could be from your lineage.”