Pregnant Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

I attempted to speak, but I did it in a croaked voice. She followed me up right behind me, and rubbed my back. “Layla! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” A reply was on my lips, but I felt the dizziness growing, and the room swam about my head. My body felt heavy, my knees were weak. I attempted to keep myself erect, but the world was spinning fast , and the sickness again overwhelmed me. “Elowen…keiran…marked…last night… dress for…mating ceremony.” I muttered, trying to get the truth out so I’d die without holding secrets.

"Bullshit! I look like a starving person with this craving for lechon. Did I eat something that triggered these sweet cravings that I'm experiencing now? Damn it! I even threw up earlier, that's why I went home early because I didn't feel well." Amberine and I were eating in the living room when Arden came. He was furious and approached me, punching me. Of course, I retaliated immediately. What the hell is wrong with this idiot?! "Y-you're pregnant?" It was an unbelieving question from Amberine. No wonder Arden was so furious, and Jacobo—Amberine's brother—was also present, but it's better that way. At least someone intervened between Arden and me. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or h

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

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I hated that thought immediately. The silence between us no longer felt awkward now. Just intimate. Outside, the rain finally began slowing against the windows while exhaustion settled heavily through my body again. I leaned back carefully against the couch. “I think pregnancy is humiliating.” Damien looked almost amused. “That’s a strong description.” “I cried yesterday because toast smelled aggressive.”

“To answer your first question, it was not a symptom of the double mate rejection since, as you reminded us, the second mate rejection never took place. Instead, I was experiencing a symptom of my pregnancy.” Gasps and chatter sounded in response to that little nugget of information that Theo and I had agreed to reveal today should this issue be brought up. There were already rumors swirling about my pregnancy, and this would hopefully divert at least some of the attention away from the fact that I’d outright lied to the entire country. Technically, I was experiencing a hallucination caused by unstable magic, not a pregnancy symptom like morning sickness, however the hallucinations were made

I opened the first book *Fifty things a pregnant woman shouldn't do,* The title alone already looked so boring that it made me want to sleep. I stared at the book for a while before opening the first page to see what was written inside exactly. Seeing the first page, I suddenly felt intrigued because apart from the big writing of the publisher, there were pictures there too! It was like a book made for kids but that only went ahead to show how creative the writer and the publisher were. *I know how lazy pregnant women can be, which is why I decided to draw some pictures to hook you in. Don't drop the book, beautiful. You gonna love it,*

"Time passed as always and I met Frank got married and pregnant with Kim all in the following year. My pregnancy was unbearable. After I had Kim the doctor said I wouldn't be able to carry another child. Frank was angry. He wanted a son. I was afraid he would leave me if I didn't give him another child. So I pretended to be pregnant. It was a horrible thing to do but I was desperate. Losing my husband was too great a fear for me. For months I padded my stomach and refused to let anyone touch me. Frank was happy he thought he was getting a son. As time passed I began to panic. Then the old woman came in again. She was more frantic this time. She kept talking to herself about “the rising” and

he whispered, and she found herself smiling, her eyes filling with tears of joy as he caressed her tummy with one hand, his fingers from the other slipping between her labia to caress and massage her clitoris. “You’re amazing,” he said, and she could tell he was smiling. “You’re already wet and I’ve barely touched you.” “Anticipation does a lot to a girl’s libido,” she teased him. “The internet said most women have unusual sexual fantasies during pregnancy.” “Is that why I wanted you so badly at my grandparents’ house?”

My head feels heavy, like it’s stuffed with cotton, and tiny stars dance across my vision as I push through the glass doors and step outside. The cold air hits my face, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me, Pregnant. How can I be pregnant? No man has ever touched me, no one has ever even kissed me. And then it occurs to me that this was just the beginning, my stepmother will kill me when she finds out. To her, a pregnancy isn’t just a scandal to our family, It’s another mouth to feed, another stain on her perfect family image. And I am already the stain she tolerates the least.