Pregnancy Trope Books Novels & Stories

Then, she said with a serious face, "You are just like a fortune teller, in fact, a very accurate one. If I really rejected him, he'd really planned on locking me up." Rachel smiled triumphantly and said, "Of course! I'm familiar with a lot of plots, you know." Sigrid asked curiously, "What else do you know? Tell me about it, so I can be mentally prepared." "Hmm...since you're married now, the next step will be to get pregnant. According to a romance novel's basic plot, once the heroine gets pregnant, someone's going to do something to her. If it were a torturous novel then there'd be a miscarriage. But if it were a sweet novel, the baby would be safe no matter what happened. Also, you'd pro

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

All that mattered was the world within the book, where passion and darkness coexisted in a tantalizing dance. As the afternoon wore on, exhaustion started to creep into my bones. The weariness from the events coupled with my pregnancy hormones tugged at my eyelids. Before I knew it, I became comfortable on the chair and I placed the book on my chest, allowing my heavy eyelids to succumb to the weight of slumber. The book rested against my stomach, a gentle reminder of the life growing within me.

Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets. In the days that followed, Jennifer grew unbearably arrogant, pampered beyond measure by the three men who doted on her precious triplets. One day, she barged into my courtyard again, clutching a greasy sausage roll and ordering me to do chores. I turned to look and saw a massive ball of flesh jiggling toward me. Jennifer was not even five months along, but she had already grown so fat that she was unrecognizable. After the Pregnancy Swap System had placed the piglets in her womb, she began resembling a pregnant sow more and more. Pregnant sows had enormous appetit

“And besides, I’m apparently not even supposed to Claim anyone with the pregnancy, anyway.” Lori glanced over at me. “It seems like you’re not supposed to do a lot of things with the pregnancy.” “Ain’t that the truth.” I let out a sigh, still rubbing my belly. “But I’m coming to terms with it. Besides, it’s given me the chance to learn a lot of things these past few days. Like my family history.” “And that strange book,” my wolf interjected. But yet again, I felt strangely uninclined to mention the book. It was my little secret, at least for now.

Leaping down the stairs three steps at a time, I bolted for my car, started it up, and sped off, leaving her far behind. As I turned the corner, I glanced back and saw her rushing out after me. It was genuinely terrifying. Fortunately, I had left early that day. I arrived at work in time to sit and enjoy a calm breakfast. My coworkers joked and said, "Cindy, you're early today!" "Trying to climb the corporate ladder now?" I sighed heavily. "Don't even ask. I've been targeted by a pregnant woman! She nearly scared me to death!" Their curiosity was piqued, and they all gathered around. "What happened? Spill!"

I murmured, pulling her in for a hug. I hadn't meant to make her cry or sound like an insensitive jerk. If I was nervous, I could only imagine how much worse she felt. She was the one carrying the baby. And from all the books I had read on pregnancy the past few days, it was a fucking big deal. One of the books said the mother melts her bones so that bones can be formed for the baby. I wasn't sure if that made me sick or angry. "It's okay," I said, rubbing Chloe's shoulders as she sniffled in my arms. "We're doing this together okay? I'll be there every step and it'll be easy peasy lemon bikini-"

"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.