Pregnant Book Characters Novels & Stories

With an elegant posture, she rode like she had been born in the saddle. Our paths hadn’t crossed much, just polite nods in hallways, curt acknowledgments at meetings. She was quiet, almost ghostly at times. We slowed as our horses drew parallel, and she dipped her head. “Lord Cardan.” “Lady Demi.” I returned the greeting, watching her carefully. There was a tiredness etched in the corners of her eyes. I cleared my throat. “Should you be out here? The pregnancy requires a lot of rest and care?” Her lips curved into a smile.“The baby’s strong enough to handle a little horse riding. Thank you for your concern, Lord.” She patted her stomach lightly. t

Maia woke up early because of her sudden nausea. She quickly stood up and run towards the bathroom, for her stomach was swirling, making her vomit multiple times. Her head was aching, too, causing her whole surroundings blurred. She didn't know that being pregnant was hard and complicated. She never have seen pregnant woman before because she was always locked up inside their pack house back then. So, she decided to check books from the library about pregnancy before doing her morning routine. After cleaning and fixing herself, she stormed out of her den and headed to the library. Her every movements were slow and careful, afraid that she might stumble to the ground because of dizziness.

In an instant, Damien was at her side, steady hands supporting her as she struggled to straighten. “Are you alright?” His voice was urgent, laced with concern. “I’m fine,” she breathed, trying to push past the pain. “It was another false contraction. That’s the third one today.” She shook her head, frustration flickering in her eyes. “There’s no way the baby is ready to come out yet, but I’m worried, Damien. This pregnancy is moving too fast. And I don’t just worry about that—I worry about how we’ll keep our baby safe when it finally arrives.”

Then I shut the door and went to make dinner. ------ Isla was in her room, headphones on, lost in a textbook. I stopped in the doorway for a moment just watching her, the way her shoulders curved, how she chewed on her pen when she was concentrating, those same grey eyes moving slowly across the page. She glanced up and pulled one headphone off. “You okay?” “I’mokay baby,” I said, trying to smile. She looked at me a little longer, like she was deciding whether to press. Then her face softened and she let it go. The headphone went back on, and she disappeared back into her book.

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

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

As I scanned the book, I was both thrilled and terrified by the changes my body would experience all through this pregnancy. "Baby," the girl giggled as she pointed at a picture of a new born baby in the book. Nausea clawed at me as I recalled the vivid pictures on how the baby would come out of my womb and I was beyond appalled, I wasn't so sure I could do this after all. "Where's your mum?" I asked Aria softly. "In the kitchen preparing your broth," she informed me before she leaped off the bed and ran out. Aria was an unusual yet sweet little girl, Clara was lucky to have her and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship I would have with my child.

I tried to lift the book from the shelf in the library when I heard his voice. "Everly, you’re not supposed to be lifting anything," Kaelan scolded, taking the book I had been trying to grab from the shelf. I crossed my arms, glaring up at him. "It’s just a book, Kaelan. I’m pregnant, not sick." He arched his brow. "Dr May said you shouldn't be lifting heavy things." "That applies to crates and weapons," I argued. "Not books." Kaelan smirked and took the book to a table and placed it there. I crossed my arms and watched him as he returned to where I was standing and lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the chair beside the table.

Everyone always tried to limit her by sending bodyguards to her. The only thing she needed to do was ignore them—just like she always tried to do. Her feet stepped down the aisle of bookshelves one by one. The smell of new pages made her feel at ease—calm and pleasant that she intended to linger there. Usually, she prefers to buy fiction books with the theme of love stories because she likes to spend time reading romance books. However, she passed through the hall this time without intending to find a book there. Her hand reached out and took a book with a pink cover entitled; Pregnancy and How to Deal with It through the first three months.

However, that night, she passed out while preparing my meal. I took her straight to the clinic, where the healer examined her. After a few minutes of silence, he looked up at me, his face filled with confusion. “What's wrong?” I questioned, genuinely concerned. “She’s pregnant, Alpha. She’s carrying a child.” My heart stopped.