Rapid Pregnancy Fiction 소설 & 이야기

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

I heard myself ask, dumbly. "This pill does, yeah," she answered back, still panting and moaning. Her nails started digging into my back again. Knowing I could cum in her was driving me crazy. I sped up, until I heard my thighs slapping against hers every time I thrust forward. She whispered between breaths, "I told my doctor I needed a rapid pill... because it was an emergency." What was she talking about? I kept thrusting. In and out my cock disappeared, stretching her nineteen-year-old pussy over and over again. My god that felt good! I couldn't ever remember another pussy being so exquisite. "Jesus," I breathed.

"What do you think? Does it work?" He's quiet for a long moment. Thinking. Calculating. "It's risky," he finally says. "Everything is risky." "If you don't get pregnant fast enough—" "Then we fake it for a few months. Padding. Careful photography. Morning sickness act." I shrug, wince at the pain. "Women have been faking pregnancies for millennia. I'm sure we can manage." Tyler's lip twitches. Almost a smile. "You're terrifying," he says.

She had disappeared without a trace. I had no answers, no certainty, and no right to assume anything. The doctor held out a pen, glancing uncomfortably at the spilled coffee. “We need a signature for the admission deposit and the transfer to a private room.” “I’ll sign it,” I said, taking the pen. Selena lunged forward, her nails digging into my arm as she yanked my sleeve. Her face was twisted with fury, her voice shaking with disbelief. “Four months!” she hissed, the words trembling with malice. “That woman is sixteen weeks pregnant, and you brought her to this hospital yourself. Whose baby is that, Adriel?”

The doctor reported. "Then I'll make it up to you with the little time we have." Callum caresses her hair. Clara struggled to smile anyway. She felt safe in Callum's hands at last. The next doctor came in . "The other girl is ready to go with the cops but we found out that she is pregnant." She reported. "Pregnant?" Callum and Clara asked, shocked. For whom?

He roared my name. His grip was so strong that my feet lifted off the ground. I could barely breathe. Just as I was about to pass out, he released me abruptly. I fell hard to the floor. Immediately, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen. Blood flowed slowly from between my legs, mixing with Madison's blood on the floor. I grabbed at Vincent's pant leg and begged with every ounce of strength I had left, "Call a doctor. I really am pregnant." "Pregnant?" Vincent laughed coldly and looked down at me from above. "Eloise, I think you've gone insane from how badly you want a child."

, She's still a foetus. I choked on my food and a maid rushed to me immediately with a glass of water which I gladly took from her. She?, How sure am I that my baby's gon' be a girl?, Or, do I really believe that silly dream?. I shrug the thought outta my head and continued devouring my food. * * * * Hill Crest Medical Clinic * I read out the building's name in which I was standing, mom right beside me including Carl and some guards. We were putting nosemasks on to prevent attracting people, yeah, mom's really a popular figure in the country.

I looked at her belly. “Babies, don't make your mommy worry. Come out as soon as possible because we are all eager to meet you, huh?” I poked her belly gently and she chuckled. “One more month and they are out,” she chipped in, and I nodded. Werewolf pregnancies are faster than normal pregnancies. Lucky women, I would say.

“You’re not going anywhere, do you hear me?” The room is chaos—nurses rushing, someone shouting for cold towels. My body convulses with another contraction, but there’s no strength left in me. Just pain. Endless, scorching pain. And then— The door slams open. Everyone freezes. A figure storms in—Nora. Her face is flushed, one hand gripping her swollen belly, while her mate, Fury, hovers behind her, torn between concern and confusion. Her pregnancy has been just like mine—unnatural, accelerated, extraordinary.

I repeat calmly. There is a moment of quiet so profound that I can hear the sound of the tires on the damp pavement outside. “You married them knowing you were already pregnant?” his voice is calm, and flat, as if he is trying to think while also trying to listen. “I thought you said you weren’t pregnant with my pup.” “I’m not,” I admit. “I would have told you if that were the case.” “Then how…” “Apparently fae pregnancies advance very quickly,” I blush, my cheeks burning as I look away.