Novel & Cerita Pregnancy Romance Books

Amelie said, snuggling into my arm. “That doesn’t bother me one single bit,” I smirked. “How are you feeling about being on the flight? I read that some pregnant women feel airsickness more.” “Where did you read that?” Amelie said, puzzled. “In What to Expect, When You’re Expecting,” I advised. “Nathaniel Carrington Michaels, did you buy a pregnancy book?” Amelie questioned. “No, I actually bought several pregnancy books,” I beamed. “Oh my gosh!” Amelie giggled.

She couldn’t ask for more. Lately, Jussara had been spending more time in Gabriel’s office, where there was a cozy library. Although she had never been an avid reader, pregnancy awakened in her an interest in books she had never imagined. With a stack of the Fifty Shades of Grey series beside her, she lost herself in the reading, devouring page after page. With each new chapter, she felt her heart race and a subtle excitement grow, while the calm office was filled only with the soft sound of Gabriel typing on his computer.

“We’re going to have another baby.” “I know... it was nice to see Grif-” he stopped dancing. He held me by my shoulder and pulled away gently to look into my eyes. “What did you say?” I nodded, taking the pregnancy kit from my pocket and showed it to him. “Merry Christmas, my love.” ~~ AN Another book from me is up, Don's Fiancée. Search for my pen name 'Castiel' so you can easily find it. Thank you for reading Ren and Devin's story. xx

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

Looking out across the harbour she smiled, her thoughts happy imtil she went below to put her meagre shopping away. Placing the fresh cherries she’d bought in a bowl on the draining board she pulled a bimch off. Fruit had been the only thing she could eat, and that was for the child growing inside her. Carefully she sat on the dining seat, the small bump in front of her already hampering her movement in confined spaces. She touched the yacht’s wall with loving fingers. This was where she’d conceived, not that it mattered. It would seem that only she cared about this child. She rubbed her hands over the small bump affectionately. Boy or girl, it wouldn’t matter to her. Funny she thought, once

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

“Holy crap! This plot twist is insane!” “Weren’t you fighting the divorce battle of your life like, five minutes ago? How did it suddenly turn into tortured romance?” Sophia lifted the teacup, took a slow sip, and smiled. “Timing, opportunity, and good luck.” “Ever since I got pregnant with Buddy, luck’s been on my side. Now with twins? Even better.” “Honestly, these three kids were born to bless me.” Alyssa nodded thoughtfully. “Your luck did turn. But I think the real reason is you. Everything you did before, everything you endured… You almost died out there in that storm just to manipulate his feelings.”

The prenatal report slipped from my hands as if jolted by electricity. No wonder James Hunt was so quick to insist on IVF once I agreed to marry him. Back then, I did not think much of it, assuming he just wanted a child as quickly as possible. Only now did I realize the truth. What he wanted was not a child with me, but with Natasha Smith, my stepsister. For six months, I endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swelling, and emotional collapse. Yet the baby I carried was not truly mine, but his and Natasha's.

I felt the nausea hit me one more time, and this time, I knew it wasn't just nerves. I was pregnant. And the father of my baby wasn't my husband. It was the man who was about to destroy him. TBC

The pros far outstripped the cons. "Okay then sweetie," she husked in a sultry voice. She could feel how hard and close Jason was. The whole talk of pregnancy had brought both mother and son to new heights of passion. Jason was twitching inside of her rapidly. Reaching down, her nails scraping his back, Deborah gripped her son's ass cheeks in her hands, her nails digging into his taut butt. "Cum in mommy sweetie" She cooed lovingly, with a fierce hint of taboo desire mixed in. "Knock. Me. up... Ngh! Put... your baby... Ugh!... in my... tummmmmmmmiiiiiiee!" she finished her last word on a shriek as she felt Jason begin to spew.