Pregnant Book Characters Novels & Stories

“I’ll make you regret doing something like this. Getting pregnant for my son? The next Alpha? You are not worthy enough to carry his seed, and those damn elders were talking about crowning you, Luna. What a joke!” Lucy was just happy that they hadn't gone ahead with it and the fact that Dimitri didn't speak about it meant that he had killed the thoughts. “I should have known that the apple wouldn't fall far from the tree. Except this apple is rotten already but is brave enough to deceive the farmer so it will be kicked and out with the good ones. You're just like your mother. Always running after things that aren't yours. Filthy, greedy people.” Serena knew that she would never be like them.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

"When I first saw you at the rest area, I was determined to help you, Miss." "Help me? For what, sir? You keep repeating those words. I don't need your help. I can stand on my own two feet." Just then, along the quiet and dark alley, the two fell silent as Blair's stomach growled very clearly. Blair was embarrassed to admit that she was starving. Blair is pregnant, and she is always hungry. The presence of a baby made her always want to put food in her mouth, but there was nothing she could do right now.

Five Pregnancy Books Fernando had never imagined that he would spend nearly five minutes standing in front of a shelf filled with pregnancy books. In the quiet bookstore, filled with the scent of fresh paper, Fernando stood out conspicuously among the aisles that suddenly felt utterly unfamiliar to him. The man known for being cold, decisive, and always in complete control of his massive corporation stood there with a blank expression, while Marco, a few steps behind him, was beginning to question his own sanity. Fernando's hand brushed over the edges of books bound in soft pastel covers that looked completely at odds with the structured dark suit he was wearing.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes. “Come on in. Don't just stand, we missed you,” she called out. Even when pregnant, she looked vibrant, dressed in a lace gown, her back against the bed, her hair backed up into a sleek bun. She had just taken a shower, judging by the lingering scent of her body wash. She looked perfect, like the type of lady a man would want to flaunt. Slowly I approached her; her belly had a little bump; the baby was growing, but that didn't stop her from looking sexually appealing.

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.

I picked up a couple books that were on the floor by the couch and looked at them, curious as to what she’d been reading. My eyebrows flew up. One was a book about pregnancy… it told about all the changes your body went through … what to eat .. what not to do.. shit like that. The other was a book on baby names. Color me shocked. I never would’ve thought she’d care that much to even have books like this. “You’ve been reading these?” I asked her. She looked away from the tv to see what I was holding with a mouth full of food. Her eyes got wide and she nodded her head.

The thought of returning back to that hell hole felt like a punch to the gut. And that says a lot for a pregnant woman. From the corner of my eye, I caught Ragnar staring at me, grinning from ear to ear with victory. His presence alone made me want to hurl. My wolf growled at the sight of him. just being this close to him irritated her to the core. It took everything in me to keep her from pouncing on him. I had to remind her that we were pregnant and could not risk endangering our child’s life. She went silent after that.

She wring her fingers around Mujaddad's, he's been holding her hands throughout their time there. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Mujaddad! You are three weeks pregnant." He smiled widely before sticking his hand to Mujaddad who unconsciously shook it before sitting back down on the chair, absent mindedly while absorbing the new information. He prescribed some vitamins for her and gave them a book pregnant women are meant to go through of what and what they shouldn't do. The book is bulky, Fayha already decided that she won't read it at all or maybe just check here and there. Who would read all these because they are pregnant? G****e exists for people like her and for a reason too.