Pregnant Mermaid Novels & Stories

I was already irritated. "So... did they announce that Akisha is pregnant?" I asked casually. Mikee blinked. "Wait, she's pregnant?" "Yes. That was the announcement," I said lazily, spoiling the suspense. "Still, Ath... shouldn't you hug her since it's her birthday?" Mikee asked, frowning. "Nah. She's fake, and I'm hot. I can't risk it today," I said with a smirk, waving it off. Then, Charl took the mic when the host called him. “we Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear the big news! My wife, Akisha, is seven weeks pregnant!"

**** 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.

wife, I sure as hell was going to be taken to the funny farm. I went back to looking through the rest of the things in the box. I needed a clue, any clue that could revive my memories. I dug deeper inside and found a canvas. I tugged it out. A beautiful woman was casually draped over the white sheets, cozy and very sensual. On second thought, she didn't possess a pair of legs. This was a mermaid. The painting was breathtaking, and just clearly conveyed one message; that the painter was completely in love with the woman he'd painted. Her blue hair was glossy and shining, her eyes a mixture of azure and emerald, glimmering like rare expensive jewels in the sunlight, her pink lips puckered and

Her voice is very beautiful. It's a good thing she's not a real mermaid, or she wouldn't have come back. The witch will give her a magic potion and she will forget her beloved Prince and her children. Mermaids belong to the sea, and my mother belongs to me. I only pop my head out when I've reached the limit of holding my breath in the water. But when my head came out of the water, I saw a pair of strong thighs appear at the edge of the pool, so I looked up.

as the others watched in amazement. "Deal," she said softly. "I am a Meridian. We are an aquatic species, able to live in both water and on land. We live not far from your Island. W-we have been watching you all for some time, well I have, our true form is...different from what you see now." She tries to explain without revealing too much.

She was unclad before him in a matter of seconds. “You beast! Let me go!” She wailed, trying to wriggle out of her situation but her resistance made it even more fun for the crazy Miguel Bernardino. He did not just thrust into her mercilessly like he did before, he gazed at her beautiful body, his eyes gleaming with lust and leaving Ariel confused. There was something about the way he was looking at her that made her core throb, and she hated it. “Look at you..” he groaned, grabbing her perfect, luscious breasts in his hands, massaging each one as slowly as possible. She wriggled in his grip, screaming to be released but he shoved a piece of cloth in her mouth.

Shrill cries echoed faintly in my ears, and I prayed to whoever was listening for it to not be what I thought… The closer I got to Emily, the clearer the cries became, and that's when I saw it. The pile of mermaid corpses around Emily's feet. When I got there, she had her hand around the throat of a mermaid, her knife stabbing into their chest with precision, digging out their mermaid pearl and crushing it in one fluid motion. At that moment, I felt like my heart was crushed into pieces as well. Wiping the blood on her hands, she turned to look at me. "Marina, I didn't know that you merfolk had differently-colored pearls. I just want white ones… I hear only royalty has pearls of that color,

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

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?

“I wasn’t well that night. At the party. I thought it was the champagne but I—” “Elsie.” Her voice drops. “That is not an answer.” The room goes very still, then my mother starts shouting. “How could you do this to us?” she says, her voice rising. “Do you have any idea what this will look like? In this town? Everyone knows us. Everyone talks.” My father rushes in at the sound of her voice. “I didn’t mean—” “You’re pregnant,” she cuts in sharply. “Pregnant with some man you can’t even name.”