Pregnant Zelda Novels & Stories

"A young woman. Dark hair. She would have arrived here around eight months ago, pregnant, alone." The woman's hand stilled on the counter. Kael saw it — the flicker of recognition, quick and immediate, gone almost as fast as it appeared, replaced by something guarded, protective. "I don't know who you're talking about," she said, but her voice had changed, gone careful in a way that told him everything he needed to know.

If this land became official, that meant it would be under High Court protection. Vera walked back to her house and rested her legs. Her feet were starting to swell, and walking was becoming troublesome again. The garbage sector helped more than anything else in this galaxy, but she was still five months pregnant with three babies, and her body was starting to remind her that she was not made of metal.

“Aubrey, It is fine. You don’t have to be sorry. What is wrong? I have never seen you this way.” I patted her head; she let her hair down, which was unlikely of her. She always wore her up in a bun. She says it makes her feel like she's alert. I let go of her. “Keep calm.” I cleaned her face. “Stop crying.” I instructed, and she nodded her head in response. “Now tell me what happened .” Creed dropped a cup of water in front of me and he went back upstairs. “I am pregnant.” She said timidly, and my jaw dropped in surprise.

Or had she heard something in his voice that wasn’t just for show? She swallowed thickly, trying to compose herself, but the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling right now was making it hard to focus. She was pregnant—carrying his child—and she hadn’t been able to tell him herself. How had she gotten here? How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly?

Reath shrugged in blasé and articulated, “You said you’ve been working hard, and your baby is on the way...” Quist’s eyes immediately glistened, and he sat straight. That’s right. There’s a high percentage that Zelda is pregnant, so he can’t give up! Yes. That's it. “That’s right! I can’t give up on our family.” ——————- Zelda’s eyes were extremely reddened and her face swollen. She rubbed her eyes and yawned languidly before sitting up. She took a glance at the clock, and she discovered that the time was 05:45 a.m.

Zelda watches Kate's writhing body with a lack of interest as if the fact that Kate was on the brink of death was actually boring her and then suddenly her eyes light up and with a new excitement clear in her face she turns to me. "Ok, you said you would do anything to keep your baby safe, right?" I feel panic and alarm rise at her words. "Fine, I'll let you keep your precious cargo if you kill your friend over here." What? "W-What?" "Kill her." I blink fast. This must be a joke. But then I felt something tightening around my stomach and when I looked back up at Zelda I see that her hands are outstretched and expelling magic. "What are you doing?" I scream when I suddenly doubled over in pai

Zelda replied and hung up the phone. Zelda's eyes popped out seeing him walking towards her with his hand locked with another woman's. Her eyes went to the woman and she noticed the huge bump and gasped realising the woman he left her for was pregnant. She suddenly felt lonely, filled with anger and sadness. She didn't wait for them to get to where she was sitting because she stood up walking towards the entrance as tears dropped from her eyes as she made her way past the sweaty people who were almost everywhere grinding their bodies together. Everyone around looked almost wasted, only a few weren't and she was glad no one noticed her crying.

She does it so well, I admit . Yet it was not the luscious and often bright red mouth that appears to me before the eyes. But rather that pale pink and heart -shaped that went up to my imagination. Not the brown and curly hair of my Saskya which seemed to dance to the rhythm of suction on my penis But rather those snow white and straw spread all around my legs like a haloing petals. And a pink tongue, a very small tongue that licks. Who licks me from the hair of my pubis at the end ... at the tip ... especially the point ....

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

I wonder why there was a playground there though. “You can take your leave,” I said after the maids were done showing me around and bathing me. Who could have believed that someone like me who used to be a Luna would end up becoming a contract mate for an arrogant Alpha? Standing before the tall mirror in the bedroom, I rubbed my hand on my stomach and cursed myself silently when I realized the unborn child inside of me would have died if I succeeded in committing suicide. My real and contracted mate is my saviour. I took a deep breath as my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door which creaked open.