Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

"And the pregnancy accelerates." The room was very quiet. "How much?" I said. "The ritual compresses the remaining time," he said. "Four months becomes two." I stared at him. "Two month?" I asked, looking confused "Two month?" he confirmed. I looked at the ceiling. Two month instead of four. Two month to prepare, to plan, to find a way to stop Konstantin before the birth gave him what he'd been building toward. Two month with the cult war already in motion and the bond about to pull three lives into something none of us could undo.

As if cutting me down could make him feel bigger. The fact is, I don't really mind the height, he is the one who always thinks of it. I sighed, suddenly losing all interest in the online shopping for the resort trip. Crawling into bed alone, I let the sounds of his FPS game fill the silence. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off into sleep. A strange thought lingered in my mind. In my dream, I dreamed that I was wearing that sexy bathing suit, and I felt thirsty and horny.

He was a handsome man with a strong jawline. "I've seen this. It's Rapid Sex Slave Breeding Slut Pregnancy Syndrome," Dr. Cartwright said. "Since she's a breeding slut, Mrs. Miller, she gestates her daughters far, far faster than a normal woman so her daughters can be raised to be breeding sluts." "Oh, wonderful," Mrs. Miller said. "So her daughter will grow rapidly." "Yes, she will mature to eighteen very rapidly with all the cognitive functions of a young woman her age," he said. "She'll be ready to be used as a breeding slut in a short amount of time."

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

“I think I'm already in love with him, and I’m sure Brandon will approve... “And we have already marked each other and are also married on papers. The cherry on the top, we also have a son now.” Sophia “....” Sophia opened her mouth to say anything, but at that moment, she was really out of words. She had heard about flash marriage, but how the hell her daughter had a son now? Only a vampire’s baby could be out of any female’s system this soon because the growth rate of the baby from a vampire was too fast compared to the kids of other creatures.

When she bent down and cupped herself, she saw Giovanni's essence spilling out. Oh, for the love of reproductive tsunamis... that's a lot! She made a face. Wait a darn minute. Was Mr. Mafia Prince here trying to make her pregnant? Under the shower's spray, she mulled over whether to bring it up. Sure, the idea of a mini-Giovanni or a mini-her after nine months had its aww factor. But the rest? Nope. Hard pass. Not ready. Not even on the same continent as ready. Pregnancy? Terrifying. She mentally threw confetti at the warrior queens who cranked out babies like it was an Olympic sport—but Dios mío, just picturing herself in labor had her reaching for an imaginary paper bag to hyperventilate i

I stood there, staring at her while my fingers tightened around the money in my hand. Her friend, who had been standing a short distance away, suddenly laughed. "Selena, leave the girl alone," she said, walking toward us. "Come on." But Selena wasn't finished. She looked at my bare finger again before shaking her head. "Getting pregnant without even being married," she muttered. "Some people don't have any sense." Something inside my chest tightened. For a second, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her that I had been married, that I had once worn a wedding ring, and that I had spent years desperately wishing for a child while being made to feel like I was somehow defective be

Every muscle in my body ached from the intensive training, but I couldn't afford to show weakness now. "I understand it's unusual, But I have... time constraints." "What kind of constraints?" I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't explain that my supposed pregnancy would be exposed as a lie if I didn't become actually pregnant within the next two weeks. Instead, I focused on what I could share. "I just need this to work quickly," I said. "Please. I'll do whatever it takes to prove I'm ready." "Darling, rushing into this is the fastest way to get yourself killed. Salvatore doesn't appreciate women who overestimate their abilities."

Suddenly, a violent spasm ripped through her lower abdomen, radiating straight up her spine with the force of a blow. Elena let out a sharp gasp of pain, her knees completely buckling beneath her weight. She collapsed heavily into the deep snowbank, her hands instinctively curling over her rounded stomach. The sudden acceleration of her pregnancy was no longer a theoretical threat; it was a terrifying reality. The concentrated power of Marcus’s anchored Alpha aura from hours ago had acted like an irreversible catalyst, forcing the royal pup to mature at a supernatural speed. The intense physical stress of her escape, combined with the freezing temperature of the blizzard, had triggered her l

It was an addiction. In the space of one week, I have finished fifteen books. Each book is as large as Oxford dictionaries. I never knew I could read so fast, I truly have been starved of the fictional world. I started to fear that I may risk emptying the royal pantry. The more I read, the hungrier I got. Perhaps I had the pregnancy for that. Or maybe both. Who knows? Louis looked at me like I was some kind of strange creature, “have you even had a bath within the past week?”