Pregnant Harem Novels & Stories

] In my head, my son's soft voice suddenly twisted into a shrill, panicked scream that made my eardrums throb. [In our last life, Grandma and those loan sharks dragged you up these steps. You refused to marry that guy, no matter what, and they shoved you down. You hemorrhaged on the spot, had a miscarriage, and lost me. Mommy, protect your belly!] The agony from my past life overlapped with the present, and a chill shot up my spine, heading straight to my skull. I stared at the tall concrete steps in front of me, my palms turning clammy. I couldn't believe that Molly was really willing to drive a pregnant woman to her death to pay off a hundred-plus thousand dollars in gambling debts.

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

The prenatal report slipped from my hands as if jolted by electricity. No wonder James Hunt was so quick to insist on IVF once I agreed to marry him. Back then, I did not think much of it, assuming he just wanted a child as quickly as possible. Only now did I realize the truth. What he wanted was not a child with me, but with Natasha Smith, my stepsister. For six months, I endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swelling, and emotional collapse. Yet the baby I carried was not truly mine, but his and Natasha's.

I said. "She hasn't find her territory my dear, Remy place is your territory, don't worry dear, I have a plan, we are going to visit his house but in the working hours, we would help that girl get rid of that pregnancy and push her out because I know it's all because of her pregnancy that makes her feel like my son's house is her territory" Queen said. "Don't worry dear , we would show her what power can do, just relax yourself and calm yourself down" she says.

ISABELLE’S POV I enter the harem and I am surprised to see it. I look from one corner to another. My eyes move toward every single part of it. It is beautifully decorated. It looks like a place from heaven. The addition of candles and rose petals is just adding beauty to it. I have never seen a harem decorated beautifully like this. At festivals, it used to be decorated but not like this. These decorations themselves seem to be from heaven. Different types and colors of flowers are hanging on the walls. Every color of the rainbow is present here.

And no matter how hard I ran, I could never outrun who I really was. But I tried. I really did try. “No one else is supposed to know that she’s pregnant, Elias.” My nausea had returned worse than before. I could feel my stomach turning even from the distance I was at. It was as if now that she was unconscious, her scent was hitting me in full force. I hated it. “But that maid did.” “I wouldn’t be here if I had a hand in it.” Elias Blackthorne, with all of his faults, never looked more serious than he did as he checked Rosalind’s vitals. “And I haven’t told anyone. She didn’t give me permission to.”

Jace replied, “You still don't get it, do you?” She asked, clearly irritated by his cluelessness. “If you make it a lot clearer,” Jace replied cautiously, “then I guess I would understand what you’re talking about, or whatever story you’re trying to create” “Story Jace?” Her sudden outburst left him, both confused and shocked. “I am pregnant with your child, Jace!” “What?” “Yes, you heard me right.”

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

She did have a point but that wasn’t enough proof. “She could have just liked it” she had thought the same too but she had tripled the garlic. “Listen I had that dip after I had Apollo I loved it but I wasn’t crazy over it like when I was pregnant, plus it even tasted too garlicky. She’s definitely pregnant she practically had the bowl in front of her at one point.” She was definitely unto something but a dip couldn’t tell if someone was pregnant or not. “Let’s make a deal if Jess is pregnant you buy me an apartment complex overseas if she isn’t I’ll give you whatever you ask for” he chuckled he had bought her one of those the other day as her becoming a grandma present he just hadn’t given