Pregnant Ino Novels & Stories

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

"However, Mango was very excited." Am I really pregnant? Her eyes were shining. "She remembered that she had eaten a lot recently and she was vomiting just now. These were all the symptoms of pregnancy, weren't they?" "Just as Mango was feeling happy, Noah arrived." "He said flatly, ""Mango, you have been poisoned not long ago so you can't keep this child. Besides, it has not been confirmed. What happened to your body recently is very strange. Even if you are really pregnant now, it isn't good news for you."""

Ara asked with wide eyes. Noah answered, “No, Mom. Ingrid’s not pregnant. Not yet.” “But I will be after the wedding,” Ingrid promised everyone. Noah smiled at her, as if seeing their entire future. They, along with their kids, “You got that right, love.” THE END

“Long time no see, Athena. Did you miss me?” Ina sneered while slowly walking towards her, making Athena tremble and step backward. Instinctively, she held her belly, trying to protect her baby from whatever Ina might do to her. Ina looked at her belly. “Don’t you dare come near me!” Athena pointed the gun at Ina, which stopped her in her tracks. Ina scoffed. “So, you’re pregnant again, huh?” Ina smirked. “Ahh…” Ina moaned like a psychopathic killer, tracing her face with the knife she was holding.

It’s funny to think that in a shirt nine months I could be in that section. There’s all kinds of old wives tales that predict if you’re having a boy or a girl, but none of them held true when I was pregnant with Debbie. I craved salty food, I had no morning sickness, and I carried high. This pregnancy is completely different. Aside the difference in symptoms, I also don’t have to hide who the father is. Strolling up and down the aisles mindlessly peeking through the racks I push aside the intrusive thought at what this pregnancy inevitably means.

A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “Your scent,” he murmured. His hand gripped her waist as he inhaled again, slower this time. “The subtle shift in your hormones… the mixed aroma… there’s no denying it.” Raven’s stomach dropped. “You’re pregnant.”

, security my ass! I hadn't missed the way his lip tilted when he'd said it. All these orders were just to make my life difficult for being wrongly inseminated. It's not like it was my fault, but the hard head refused to hear it. If anyone should be blamed, it should be that hospital. They were one of the root causes of why I was experiencing so much stress now. It definitely couldn't be good for the baby.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

I said it, and I watched Clara write it in her notebook, and I felt, in the saying of it, something that had been sitting on my chest for weeks lift fractionally. I talked about the pregnancy in the most careful terms — not the intimacy of it, not Killian, but the simple biological fact of a life that Julian had immediately attempted to weaponize. *He threatened to use the pregnancy to prevent my departure.* That was how I said it. Clinical. Documented. True.

Mark interrupted, teasing the couple. "Haha, sorry, Kak. That was just a reflex," Gio apologized, feeling guilty for his strictness. It was dangerous for pregnant women to lift heavy objects, after all. At home, Aileen was accompanied only by Mrs. Anna, who repeatedly asked the maid to prepare traditional remedies for Aileen’s pregnancy. "This is a traditional recipe, Non. Just drink it a few times during your pregnancy. Based on experience from neighbors, it’s effective for strengthening the pregnancy," said Bik Inah, explaining the ingredients and prices, claiming it could make childbirth smoother.