Pregnant Romance Novels & Stories

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

"You're six weeks pregnant." ~ We got back home and I was still in shock. River paced pack and forth until I was almost dizzy. "So basically, you and Leo did it while your divorce was going on?" She said after almost drilling a hole in the floor with her pacing. "Why did that come to your mind?" I said and dug my head back into the pillow like and ostrich hiding from unavoidable problems. "I couldn't help it." She chuckled. "River it's not funny." I said, turning back to face the ceiling.

My heart was racing as I crossed my legs and wrapped my hands over my chest, fear in my eyes, especially when he stood tall over me as I lay helplessly on the ground. My mother didn't say anything about how she ended up having a baby for a vampire, but the more I think about it, the more it becomes clear how everything must have occurred. It can't be far away from rape. One of them must have raped her, and she had no other choice but to keep it a secret and suffer from the trauma alone. That was the only explanation for a mated wolf like her to have a baby for someone else—unbelievably, a vampire.

"What do you mean you weren't expecting it? Did you and Ryan ever used protection?" "No! But...I've seen other married women who doesn't get pregnant as soon as they get married." "Oh! Bethel, grow up. That only happens when the woman is infertile and the man is impotent. Besides, this should be great news. You're pregnant for Ryan Winthrop!! Do you know what that means?" "And that's the point,Nicole. What if Ryan's not ready to father a child?" "What?" "Yes. I mean, he's still very young and...we didn't even talk about it."

“Greedy little slut. But don’t worry. We’re staying in this suite for three days. I plan to bend you over that railing every single night.” Raven moaned softly at the promise, pressing her swollen belly closer to him. The city lights continued to sparkle outside, possibly holding witnesses to their depravity. But in Damien’s arms, leaking his cum and glowing with pregnancy, she felt completely, perfectly owned. Their dangerous, filthy love story kept evolving riskier, darker, and more addictive with every chapter. And Raven couldn’t wait for the next time he bent her over for the world to see.

“My pregnant stepsister. My dark obsession. The mother of my children. This life is ours.” We fell asleep tangled, his cock softening inside me, cum leaking, his hand protectively over our growing baby. The isolation had only strengthened our bond. My body, transformed by pregnancy and his constant claiming, belonged to him completely. The dark romance that began in that storm-lashed Victorian house had found its eternal home here, filthy, possessive, loving, and endlessly consuming. Every day deeper into my pregnancy only made the fire burn hotter. And I craved every moment of the blaze.

she said, rubbing her bump. She showed me pictures of her kids. They were cute. It didn't make me feel better. It made me feel like the universe was mocking me. "Dr. Patel will see you now, Ms. Rossi." I stood up on legs that didn't feel like mine. I knocked on the door. "Come in." Dr. Patel was young, maybe early 30s, with tired eyes and a kind voice. "According to your bloodwork and ultrasound, you're about 12 weeks pregnant," she said.

“But it would be better if we saved this… for after you’ve had the baby—” Cassandra didn’t let him finish. With a swift movement, she leaned in and kissed him. Her touch was soft, her lips hot and daring. When she pulled away, a triumphant smile played on her face. “Let’s see if you can still resist after that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but loaded with intent. Before Caspian could process what was happening, Cassandra looped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The pregnant woman kissed him again, this time deeper, more demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or denial.

My heart’s pounding, and not because of the near-death experience. I make a valiant effort to concentrate at my screen, but my purse is squatting there like a grenade. I can’t ignore it anymore. I sneak to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and pull out another test that I grabbed at a drugstore on the way here. It is torture to wait, each second like a wire sliding against a raw nerve. My legs collapse when the second plus sign comes up. I collapse, sliding down the wall with the cold tile keeping me centered and the truth settling over me more weightily than I can ever remember. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby. And if that someone is Liam Knight, the cocky one-night stand I can’t ke

Mira’s P.O.V “I want my child. And I want you to come with me.” The words hung between us, cold and sharp. I blinked, stunned, searching for something in his expression remorse, nerves, anything but found none. Luca De Silva stood in front of me like this was another corporate takeover. Calm. Strategic. Unshakable. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “You’re pregnant with my child,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t think I deserve a say in that?”