Pregnant Gangster Novels & Stories

"Well, you're the gangster’s daughter, so I kind of expected it to be, you know..." "Actually, I don't," she replied cutting in. "Don't you think your excitement for a dangerous world like the gangsters is getting out of hand?" she asked. "There's no such thing as 'out of hand" I responded. “Seriously, You do know that Gangsters are criminals right?” She Suddenly asked, staring intensively at me. So you are admitting that you are the daughter of a criminal? I almost blurted out. "Really? Cool.” I replied with a repressed smile, "Oh, can I try them on?" I asked, pushing down her statement.

Livia was frightened, she moved on the chair and looked at the sleeping mobster. Livia was still reading when she noticed the sound of the knocks on the door of the clinic. Frightened, she kept her ears open to what was happening outside. She looked at Enrico and saw that the gangster slept soundly. Livia was thinking of waking him up, maybe it was some rival gang member trying to attack him. She stood up, her heart was fluttering in her chest, the sound of the knocks on the door was louder.

"Don't do this! Don't throw me away like I'm nothing!" "But you are nothing," Viviana said with a cruel smile. "You've always been nothing. And now you have proof." Logan hauled me into the elevator, and the last thing I saw before the doors closed was Viviana kissing Lucian, her hand on her stomach, victory written across her face. The elevator descended, and I collapsed against the wall, sobbing. Pregnant. Homeless. Alone. And rejected by the father of my child. Logan dragged me to my tiny room and threw me inside. "Pack your shit. You have ten minutes."

Victor announced loud, rubbing my round belly for everyone, “my pregnant stepdaughter Kayla. I knocked her up myself. Today she’s the main breeding toy. Use her hard. Fill every hole. Mom’s here to help clean and get fucked too.” The gangbang started brutal and nonstop. They chained me on my back first, legs pulled up high and spread wide so my pregnant belly pointed up and my holes were completely exposed. The leather felt sticky under my back. Mom got put on top of me in 69. I buried my face in her cum-dripping pussy, licking deep and tasting thick salty loads while she ate mine hungrily. Her hot tongue pushed into my plugged cunt, making me moan into her folds.

She narrows her eyes at me as she folds her hands across her chest. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes. “Forgive me, then, Bambina. What did you see in the pool?” “By the pool, not in it. I saw Jey in a bikini…” “You’ve got to admit that she’s hot, though, right?” I cut her off, using humor to disguise how I feel on hearing this news. “I hope you guys didn’t stare too long?” “Antonio, she’s pregnant! Jey is fucking pregnant. How could this happen?”

“Someone’s looking full of herself. Why would you still cling to the title of Mrs. Falcone when you’re clearly messing around with another man? And getting pregnant—how shameful.” “My poor baby girl,” she cooed. “You must’ve suffered so much, Rosa.” That woman was Rosa’s mother? What was she going on about—me messing around with another man and getting pregnant? I was pregnant with Vincent’s child, not her. It was Rosa who was the one messing around and ended up pregnant. I watched as more people followed them inside, carrying bags and boxes. Rosa acted like she owned the place, bossing the maids and workers around as they helped her move her things into one of the empty rooms. Once she was

Kumba. The moment I read the message, something in me snapped, I didn’t even remember grabbing my keys. One second I was staring at my phone, the words “She signed herself out” burning into my skull, and the next I was already halfway out the door, jacket thrown over my shoulder, the faint burn of whiskey still lingering in my throat. A homeless nineteen year old pregnant girl with a broken leg all alone in the streets alone at night. I slammed the penthouse door behind me harder than necessary and strode toward the elevator, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

She remembered Nico’s low growl the first time he came inside her: *“No barriers between us, princess. We want to feel everything.” Now that choice had consequences. Pregnant. With a mafia baby. Possibly two fathers. The reality crashed over her like ice water. She was twenty-two. Sold. Owned. And now carrying the child of the men who had bought her. Panic clawed up her throat. She wrapped the tests in tissue and buried them deep in the trash, then showered until the water ran cold. When she stepped out, Nico and Dante were already gone for the day—business, they’d said. She had time to think. To breathe. To figure out how to tell them… or whether she even could.

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding. When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day. "Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out! The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.

The gangster said, “You all think that I am poor and ugly. There is not even a woman who would look up to me. I am almost forty now and I have never had a relationship with a woman before. Do you know how much suffering I have been through?” “I have long heard that rich, powerful and beautiful women enjoy boarding flights. Hey, I ran over to take a look today, and it really got me one of the best catches.” The gangster squeezed Anna’s cheek, and he was overjoyed. “Oh dear, this face is so soft, smooth and tender, and I can easily pinch it out with my fingers. It is far more tender than Auntie Lauren’s face in our village!” “I want to take her back to be my wife!”