Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Adrian spat coldly as he got out of the car. Ria opened the car and also got off. She followed behind Adrian who walked in fast strides towards the hospital entrance. "Can you please slow down, I'm pregnant you know," Ria said admidst quick breath. "I believe you're walking with your legs not your stomach Ria," Adrian said, not looking back nor slowing down. He wasn't going to go easy on her anymore. She's the kind who seduces men. She already had the cold indifferent Antonio wrapped around her sly fingers. What else can't she do?

He must have been really busy with the sex club he frequented. — I don't need to go to the hospital. You can drop me off right here. I just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. I was terrified. If I didn't find a way to terminate this possible pregnancy, he would never believe that I had been forced into this scam, and then I would be in deep trouble. Through his eyes, I could tell that he was not the kind of man anyone could screw around with. My mother must have been out of her mind when she had this damn idea.

Or when he confessed? For us, we had a lot of beginnings and none of it had an end. “It was a one-night stand.” I decided to tell the truth and start from scratch. The old lady clicked her fingers. “I knew it! He couldn't have just seen a girl and loved her at first sight. The point is how you made him fall in love with you. Tell me.” I laughed at the unintended hurtful words she said. “I also didn't know who he was that night and that's how it happened and I got pregnant. I gave birth to the kids you saw and raised them on my own—”

They haven’t done me any good. There’s a light knock on the frame of the library door. My head jerks up. Camila is standing there, dressed in the flowing green dress that shows off her bare shoulders. She’s curvy to begin with, and in time, those curves will become rounder with new life—a new life that we made together. The reminder that she’s pregnant drives a different-shaped stake into my heart. This is a new kind of stress, and it isn’t detached from the war. I wish it was.

Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. — "You're pregnant?" I almost jumped in shock when aunt Fely suddenly appeared in front of me. "Auntie I'm sorry..." Trembling, I took aunt's hand so she could hear me but even though I couldn't touch it, she tapped my hand.

Alexander King froze for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on me. “I…” he started, then stopped. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair. At this point I thought that was the end My heart pounded. Was he angry? Shocked? Disappointed? “I need to make sure I understand this correctly,” he said slowly. “You’re saying… six weeks ago, we… and now… you’re pregnant?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I didn’t plan it. I… I didn’t know how to tell you.” At this point my heart was racing, I felt my world has crumbling right into my face

© 2026 Aurora Quinn. All rights reserved. This work is independently written. While general story frameworks may be shared, all characters, scenes, and narrative elements in this book are original to the author. Stealing this story will not be tolerated at all and legal actions would be taken. Exclusively only on Goodnovel. Chapter 1 Elara’s Pov I'm pregnant. Thirty days before my marriage is set to end. I threw the pregnancy test into the trash, not knowing what to do.

The sudden rush of warm fluid between my legs in the freezing warehouse made my heart stop, and I knew our baby had decided to arrive right in the middle of hell. I clutched the rough wall for support as another sharp pain tore through me, my knees buckling on the cold concrete floor. The blizzard screamed outside, snow blowing through the broken windows and piling up in white drifts around us. We had taken shelter in this abandoned warehouse after escaping Vance’s compound, but now it felt like a tomb. Seven months pregnant, or so we thought. The falsified clinic records and Victor’s old doctors had always shown a boy, the male heir Victor had demanded with such desperation. We had believed