Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock Mga Nobela at Kwento

Valeria Montenegro gave everything for love. Becoming the contract wife of the ruthless CEO Alexander Blackwood, she endured three years of humiliations, contempt, and an unloving marriage. To him, she was just an opportunistic woman who dared to fall in love with the most powerful man in the city. The straw that broke the camel's back came the day Alexander publicly accused her of infidelity, kicked her out of his mansion like a nobody, and signed the divorce papers without even looking at her face, while his mistress smiled triumphantly by his side. Devastated and with a broken heart, Valeria discovered that same night that she was pregnant… with triplets. Determined not to let her chi

Whenever Jack came around, we engaged in this activity, as it was one of the things I enjoyed most. However, now, it has barely been enjoyable for me. I was only letting out my frustration on the innocent bag. My teeth gritted as my thoughts wandered back to Avery. She was fucking pregnant. Who was the father of the baby?! I slammed my fist harder into the bag and, in the process, sent it flying toward the room's center. "Woah, Woah..." Jack grimaces, shaking his head. "That is so unlike you. Never have I seen you beating the poor bag in this manner."

Jack has always wanted to have a baby and he had always stated it. "I would love to see your tummy swollen like that," Jack said in his husky voice as he whispered those words in my ear, making me blush. I hid my face in his neck with that thought in my mind. My actions made him laugh and wrap his hands around me. The next day I didn't go to work as I felt tired again. Jack told me to rest as he will take care of the work. Suddenly I woke up from my sleep feeling nauseous. I ran to the bathroom but nothing came out of my mouth. I think I need to see the doctor but before that, I saw my symptoms.

" Do you want to fuck the pussy of a new mother? You'd better hurry, Max since I'm desperate for your hard cock." As she raised her hips, I nodded and placed the tip of my cock in the slit of her hairy pussy. She rubbed my cock's tip along her lips, feeling her pussy hair, before pushing her hips down and sliding my cock's head within her. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed as it entered inside, and she proceeded to press down, dragging me and my belongings inside. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Mommy needs all your cock, so fill me up!"

The world as he knew it had been turned upside down, and he couldn’t comprehend what he was holding in his hands. Stephen’s eyes widened as the realization sank in. His hands flew to his head in despair. His voice cracked with regret. “Shit! What have I done? Elena is pregnant… she’s carrying my child!” A flood of emotions surged through him—joy at the revelation, grief over his actions, and guilt that threatened to overwhelm him. He sank back onto the sofa, his head in his hands, as the weight of his mistake bore down on him.

“Here. Here’s whatever you wanted. Will gave it to me. Now get us away from here.” Darren took the thumb drive with a smile. “All right, kids. You’ve done good. We’ll get you somewhere safe.” Jacey sagged against me with relief. I still had words, however. Words that bubbled up from within like lava. “You do know Jacey’s pregnant with the spawn of Satan junior, right?” Darren’s smile faded. “Shit. Did he rape you?” Jacey shook her head. “Invitro fertilization,” she replied.

" Cindy looked utterly terrified, and she emotionally detonated. "Uncle! I'm still pregnant! If you dock my pay, what am I supposed to do after I have the baby?! Formula, diapers... All of that costs money! You're trying to ruin me!" "Oh? Mr. Stone, Cindy is... your niece?" Even though this was common knowledge at the company, I put on an act in front of the chairperson as if it was the first time I had heard of it.

This wasn't me, but I couldn't recognise myself anymore. I cleaned my eyes, fixed my makeup and walked in boldly. Before I knew it, two bottles of strong vodka were already empty beside me. A notification bar popped up on my phone. “Women can relieve stress too.” it read and I tapped on it. It took me to a chat, and I figured what it was. My hands wrapped around my phone as I contemplated whether to carry on with this or not. Ultimately I decided. “Blue deck bar, downtown,” I typed in, then dropped my phone.

he whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, sadistic threat, "or I swear to God, I will kick your womb until you can't ever bear a child again." The air left my lungs. My mind shattered. The memory of the blood, the stairwell, the loss of the tiny life I hadn't even known I was carrying—it all rushed back, exploding inside my chest like a bomb. "Don't you dare insult me and my unborn children!" I screamed. With every last drop of strength remaining in my body, I raised my right hand and swung it with all my force, aiming a sharp, stinging slap directly at his face. Clack.

“He’s such a fucking douche, with his private plane and his money. He thinks his money protects him from everything.” I came to a full-stop, my jaw dropping. Fuck, Joelle was talking about me! Since when do people discuss their exes during sex with other people? But the laughing gas had loosened her inhibitions, and Joelle began spilling her guts. “I hate him so much!” she squealed, still getting fucked from the back like a bitch in heat. “I can’t stand his touch! He’s such a fucking user, and he got me pregnant! What the fuck! Me, Joelle Moreland, age forty, pregnant by a fucker like him. Ummmmmph!” she screamed with outrage.