Pregnant And Alone Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

I said. Then, without waiting for her to respond, I added, "Nowadays, you can see online that there are a lot of single mothers who conceive through IVF. There are also many married women who think it's better to have a rich, idle husband who doesn't come home. It's even become trending for novels to feature independent, single female protagonists!" Cordelia was speechless because what I was saying was true.

“No girlfriend right now for me. We are both single. Too busy with the business most days to really focus on dating.” Jake handed me a fresh glass after refilling it. “What about you, Mrs. Angelique? Your husband really leaves you alone this much? That seems crazy to me. You are too nice to be by yourself all the time.” I took a longer sip, the wine warming my body nicely. “He does. Sometimes weeks at a time. I have gotten used to it, but it is really nice having company tonight. You boys make the house feel alive again. It has been so quiet here lately.”

~~~~~~~~~~~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.

**** 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.

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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.

Even the head housekeeper bowed when she passed now. The pack knew. Everyone knew. Lina was pregnant. One of the Alphas had bred her. No one asked which. Because it didn’t matter. She was theirs. Their omega. Their marked, mated, swollen-bellied, permanently ruined possession. Sometimes she still missed her old self. The quiet girl who folded sheets. But then Kael would wake her with kisses on her belly, murmuring, “Little one’s strong tonight,” and Ronan would growl behind her, “I’ll make you feel every inch again if you moan like that again,” and she would remember—

I said. Hazel Moore's face twisted in shock. "Audrey Smith, even if Ethan ran away from the wedding, he still left you with the title of Mrs. Moore. You've been living a life of luxury in the Moore family. How could you shamelessly get pregnant with someone else's child?" I glanced at her. "You're the adopted daughter of the Moore family, and you had the nerve to seduce your own brother. If we're talking about being shameless, who could possibly beat the two of you?"

Noelle’s POV My name is Noelle Harper, a twenty-seven year old, freshly out of a relationship, and currently the only resident of the sprawling Aspen lodge my friends rented for Christmas week. Everyone else bailed last minute with one reason or the other…flu, breakups, “family emergencies”. So it’s just me, ten bedrooms, a ridiculous amount of champagne, and a Christmas tree that cost more than my rent. I was three glasses deep, curled up on the leather sectional in nothing but an oversized red cashmere sweater and thigh-high socks, when the group chat lit up.