Pregnant Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

“You’re right. I need to get some books for pregnancy tomorrow. Everything they have. Do you think it’s different from normal human pregnancies?” “I know for a fact that it is.” “You will not stop me from reading books like that this time around?” She asked, side-eyeing me. I fought to cover up my laughter with a cough. She was still sore that I didn’t want her reading about demons. We had fought over it for over an hour — well; she did — and some rather rewarding events had followed. “I don’t know dick about pregnancy, but guess what I know everything about?” At her scoff, I laughed. “That’s right. Demons.”

She read those forums carefully, making notes in the small spiral-bound notebook she kept for patient observations, because the fringe forums had something the fiction sites lacked: the specific texture of people describing real physical experiences they couldn't explain. A woman who described a pregnancy that progressed in eight weeks rather than nine months and was dismissed by every obstetrician she saw. A man describing his wife's sudden development of sensory hypersensitivity during a pregnancy that produced a child who, he wrote carefully, has always been unusual in ways I can't fully describe here. An anonymous post that simply read: if you are carrying a supernatural child and you ne

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

“I’m not. That must’ve been scary, my love.” “It wasn’t scary, and that’s not the point. Someone’s pregnant.” I stare at her, puzzled for a moment. I feel a powerful urge to laugh, but I can’t afford to upset her. I bite my lips to hold it in, waiting until it subsides. “How does a fish chasing you mean someone’s pregnant?” “Jamaican folklore says when someone’s pregnant, you dream about fish.” I burst out laughing, unable to hold back. She scowls as I try to calm myself.

I was already pregnant! But I just nodded. “You have a point.” That made his smile wider. Haha, that mongrel didn’t know he has to wait for nine months! But hmmmm... can pregnant women still do that stuff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

**Naomi’s POV** The morning light spilled into my room, harsh and cold, cutting through the small space like it wanted to remind me of reality. I woke with a sore back and tired eyes. My body ached from crying last night, and my stomach felt heavy with worry. My baby stirred inside me, small and innocent, completely unaware of the storm surrounding us. I pressed my hands over my belly and whispered, “I’ll protect you. I promise.” The house felt alive in a way that made my chest tighten. The servants were moving around, whispering and sneering, the air thick with disdain. I didn’t want to see anyone. I just wanted to hide in my room, close the door, and pretend this place wasn’t real.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

assistant"> Julia — First-Person POV The world didn’t explode. That was the strangest part. No screaming alarms. No dramatic collapse. No sudden ending. Just a quiet, suffocating pressure wrapped around my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. Pregnant. The word echoed through my mind like distant thunder—low, constant, impossible to escape. I sat curled against the headboard in the guest room, staring blankly at the city lights outside the window. One hand rested unconsciously over my stomach, trembling slightly beneath the fabric of my sweater.

She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book. “King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?” I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box. “It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children’s stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them.” She explained and sighed at the end.

On the other hand, Vicky continued to try to seduce me daily, but I remained unmoved. At one point, she became so frustrated that she grabbed my manhood and wanted to test how long I could resist. I joked that I was holding back because of her and the baby, but I felt nothing deep inside. Before I could learn the truth, I couldn't stand the thought of laying my hands on her. As soon as she was eight weeks pregnant, I told her I was going to take her to Jack's clinic for a more advanced checkup, claiming the equipment was better there.