Pregnant Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

© 2026 Aurora Quinn. All rights reserved. This work is independently written. While general story frameworks may be shared, all characters, scenes, and narrative elements in this book are original to the author. Stealing this story will not be tolerated at all and legal actions would be taken. Exclusively only on Goodnovel. Chapter 1 Elara’s Pov I'm pregnant. Thirty days before my marriage is set to end. I threw the pregnancy test into the trash, not knowing what to do.

I told her all about Marcus and Atlas because she had caught sight of them when they came to Vane Creatives earlier. “What?” “I agreed to go with Atlas.” “What?” “I know.” “WHAT?” She increased her tempo, and I sighed. Then I spent the next twenty minutes explaining every single thing to her. I told her about the conversation with Atlas, that werewolves were real, and some ritual had left me pregnant with one of their babies. I also told her the danger surrounding the pregnancy and all the frightening details concerning abortion. By the time I finished, Zara looked like her brain had completely disconnected from reality.

Kent was also busy driving so he decided to stay silent too. While both of them came inside, Eloisa took one glass of wine to calm herself. It feels like she was walking in an icy pathway where her toes felt numb anymore. Their dreams of having a baby will be like a fantasy only. It will only appear in their imagination and it will never be real.

They didn’t even have heartbeats yet. Sophia had originally planned to wait until the three-month mark before telling any elders. Early pregnancy carried too many unknowns, especially with twins. She’d wanted to wait until things were stable. But when Alexandra called and bluntly asked about her “progress,” she had no choice but to tell the truth. Alexandra’s smile held a spark of belief. “To be honest, I think these little ones really are connected to me.” “The night before last, I dreamed of a golden boy and jade girl—two blessed little spirits. And then you called with this news.”

Clara used to feel disgusted with herself when she found out that she was pregnant with Brian's child, she didn't want to have sex with a man she didn't love, but unfortunately that night Clara was seduced by Brian, she clearly regretted her pregnancy. Clara almost wanted to abort her first pregnancy, until Brian found the pregnancy test in the trash can. Brian was so happy he even thanked Clara every day, every time that woman just woke up. Brian's treatment completely changed drastically when he found out that Clara was pregnant. So he never came home late, he often asked if Clara was comfortable, if she felt nauseous or sick, Brian also often brought delicious food for Clara to try, that

“About how you deceived me? About how you’re engaged to another woman who’s the complete opposite of me?” I look at him, utterly heartbroken. It’s almost as if I can hear something inside me shattering into a million pieces. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the baby — I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. No. He can’t know. He mustn’t... what if he asks me to terminate the pregnancy? Or worse, what if he demands custody of the baby? No, that can’t happen... I can’t tell him. “You owe me no explanations. I’ll let your fiancée in now,” I say finally, turning away and leaving the room quickly before he can say another word. “Ms. Sidney? You can go in. Mr. Hart is ready for you.”

After I had gotten pregnant, my boyfriend, Ben Miller, brought me to his hometown to visit his family. Ben's grandmother, Edith Dent, took just one glance at my swollen belly and let out a disconcerting wail. Then, she slammed her head into the living room wall. Blood splattered across the entire wall. However, she didn't die instantly. What frightened us was that Edith's eyes were wide open. A stream of blood seeped out of each eye.

It was not quite a smile — it was the expression of someone who has been waiting a specific amount of time for a specific question and is satisfied by its arrival. "First," she said, "you eat breakfast. You are eight weeks pregnant and you have had approximately nine hundred calories in the past thirty-six hours, which I know because I reviewed the kitchen logs." She was already moving to the refrigerator. "Then you and I are going to spend the morning building you a narrative. Not a counter-attack. Not a press release. A *story* — because stories are the only weapons that outlast money and lawyers." She paused, looking back at me over her shoulder. "And then, when you are ready, I am going

, She's still a foetus. I choked on my food and a maid rushed to me immediately with a glass of water which I gladly took from her. She?, How sure am I that my baby's gon' be a girl?, Or, do I really believe that silly dream?. I shrug the thought outta my head and continued devouring my food. * * * * Hill Crest Medical Clinic * I read out the building's name in which I was standing, mom right beside me including Carl and some guards. We were putting nosemasks on to prevent attracting people, yeah, mom's really a popular figure in the country.