Pregnancy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Her plan was disrupted by him, so now she had to make him agree to the divorce as soon as possible as her stomach was getting bigger day by day. If one was observant enough, one would see that her belly had grown a little bigger. She didn't have much time anymore. Restlessness prevented her from finding solace in sleep. Instead, she unlocked her phone and logged into her private spam account, which was not followed by anyone. She treated the space as a virtual confessional, her personal diary. In her page, she poured her soul into pregnancy diaries, chronicling the weekly transformations of her unborn child. Each entry resonated with the sheer joy of impending motherhood.

Her strut towards any crowded direction which she could use as an escape alternative had come to a stop, giving Angelina, who had seen her halting step, a chance to pound the horrible, yet incredibly lie for her, into Leonica’s head. “Yeah, you heard me right. I’m pregnant, and it’s Gabriel’s, so don’t bother trying to disrupt our wedding, after all, a blessed child such as mine, should have nothing less than a perfect family.” Angelina continued to boast, hands on her hips and chest as she addressed herself in a third person’s point of view.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

That woman nearly destroyed me once. Never again. I walked toward the large window overlooking the ocean while old memories slowly returned. Selene and I were high school sweethearts. Back then, I was stupidly in love with her. Completely obsessed. She was beautiful even as a teenager. Long blonde hair. Perfect smile. Every man wanted her. But she chose me. At least, I thought she did. Everything changed after graduation when she found out she was pregnant with Amelia. I still remember the fear in her eyes the day she told me.

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I say, and she takes a bite as I kiss the inside of her thigh. My mouth trails up her soft skin until I reach her lower lips. They’re pink and glistening with need. I run my tongue between them and taste her sweetness. I moan at her flavor, knowing that I’ll never get enough of it. Each time is like the first time, and the moment her sweetness hits my lips I’m addicted. “Ronan,” she moans, spreading her legs wider. Her pregnancy hormones are going crazy, so most days we just lie around the house naked and I get her off when she needs it. She’s demanding, but I don’t have a single complaint as I give her exactly what she wants.

**** Author's note If you are here to read Pregnant for the bully, welcome. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a dark romance, it has sexual themes, and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again.

This is Neria and Ryan’s story (His innocent wife). I changed the title. It will be short and fast-paced. Book tropes: Marriage of convenience, pregnancy, love after marriage, mafia, grief, dark romance Trigger warnings: Violence, dark romance, rough sexual content Neria’s P.O.V. I was out of it, feeling like an out-of-body experience.

Pure deliciousness. "Ok, this one first." She slides a book towards me. On the front is shows a wolf fetus inside the womb, it reads 'SHE-WOLF PREGNANCY WEEK BY WEEK' in bold letters. If that wasn't a kick to the gut, I don't know what is. Am I really doing this?

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.