Novel & Cerita Pregnant Fiction Stories

I posed the question, and an audible gasp rippled through the group, each person wearing a mix of surprise and intrigue on their faces. “I bet she’s cheating on him!” Hailey broke the silence, her voice tinged with disbelief and accusation. “Or maybe she’s just being affectionate for his money,” another chimed in, skepticism filled her tone. “It doesn’t matter,” Ann said dismissively. “I heard he had some sperm samples stored away, planning to use them to conceive a child when the time was right.” “Who fed you that ridiculous story?” The brunette countered, skepticism clear in her eyes. “If it were true, he’d already had a child or at least a pregnant surrogate making appearances in this bui

Multiple pages in Martha's handwriting; messy, urgent, desperate. I almost threw it away unopened, but something made me read it. Millie, I know you blocked my calls. I know you don't want to hear from me. But you need to read this. All of it. I'm pregnant and I'm in prison and I'm scared. The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like in here? Do you know what happens to pregnant women in prison when they don't have money?

“Congratulations, Mrs Aiden,“ the woman's congratulations clashed with another. We both turned back to see a couple of women walk toward us. “Thank you, thank you so much,“ I forced a smile as I struggled to remain calm and not make an excuse to leave. I regretted not leaving when a few minutes later, the group of three women wishing me congratulations and a safe delivery in advance, became about half a dozen of women telling stories of pregnancy perks with their husbands and the pain that accompanied each trimester. “Speaking of faking orgasms,“ one of the women said, referring to the comment that one of them just made about how hard it was to reach orgasms during pregnancy. “I once had a c

He figured that there should be more books in it. He placed the parcel on the floor, grabbed himself a cutting knife, and took out the books from the box. All the books were for pregnant women: "All You Need to Know about Pregnancy", "Food for Pregnant Women", "Keeping Fit for Pregnant Women", "Music for Babies", "Pre-natal Stories for Expecting Fathers"... the list went on and on. Lucas' heart throbbed as he stared at the five books in front of him. He wanted to place them back on the bookshelf, but then his arms turned as heavy as lead.

My progeny. It got me so hard. There's no shortage of pregnancy p**n on the internet, and I devoured as much as I could. My fantasies got darker and darker; I didn't just imagine myself knocking up my theoretical wife, but also my secretary. I didn't even have a job. My neighbor's wife - my real neighbor, or a hypothetical one. I didn't care. Anybody who looked remotely attractive or sexy. I wanted to surround myself with pregnancy, with girls and women, carrying my baby. Every woman in my life's bellies growing outwards, their hips widening, their chests swelling.

My entire childhood started replaying right in front of my eyes as I sat on my bed staring at those medical records, and I found myself looking for clues I’d missed. There had to have been signs, inconsistencies, moments that didn’t quite add up if you were paying attention. But all I could remember was normal stuff, boring family dinners and homework help and arguments about curfew or grades and my mother braiding my hair before school when I was little. Had she been lying the whole time when she told stories about being pregnant with me? About morning sickness and weird cravings and feeling me kick for the first time? Were those stories borrowed from someone else’s pregnancy, or completely

I was looking around but Fabian hugged me from the back and he cupped my breast, and smelled my hair, “I can’t wait to lick you, my love. let me eat your pussy…” “Fabian!” I glared at him and tried to push him away, he sounds crazy and seductive right now. “Stop it,” I slap his hand caressing my boobs. “I’m pregnant,” "That doesn't stop me, and you're still three months pregnant. I'll stop fucking you when you're six months," he said as he licked my neck and breasts. He then pulled my dress off of me, and I covered my body with my hand. "This floor is a glass wall. Do you think people can see us?"

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

I quickly took a hot shower and change into a black leather jacket and a pair of black trouser and a black matching boot and face cap. I got into my car and drove straight to the hotel. I got there just around mid evening and got out of the car. I walked towards the reception and showed the portrait to the two lady on seat but none of them seem to recognize him. I heard them gossip amongst themselves but I'm not in the mood to listen to their gossips. I'm still in my first trimester so I have to find this alpha before my pregnancy grows into the second trimester. It's not really easy carrying this pregnancy at all. I always feel weak and lose consciousness at interval. According to Irene she

**** 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.