Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

Ivy decided, "It's probably because she is under a lot of stress." "No, I'm not kidding. I will be honest with him. Ever since the beginning of this entire incident, I've been living in continuous fear of being discovered. I don't want to live this way any longer; I've lied more in a day than my whole life. I don't want to forfeit what little dignity I still possess." I said something. Well, the end is nearly here. Telling him that you miscarried at that time is all that is needed. Ultimately, your mom is "ill." You may claim that the baby's closure was caused by stress." It was Ivy.

She walked towards me and held my hair up for me just so my puke would not touch it. “I’m fin-eee,” I said as my words were stressed out from another set of puke coming up my throat. “No you are not, in fact, we are going to the hospital this instant,” Mira said defiantly as she patted my back gently and when I was done, she held me and led me to have a seat. “Wait, Chloe, when last did you see your period? Because I read it somewhere that pregnant people always have morning sickness during their first trimester” Mira said, looking at me and I laughed at what she said.

‎ ‎Did not blink. ‎ ‎Did not speak. ‎ ‎The hallway felt colder. ‎ ‎“What did you say?” he asked slowly. ‎ ‎“I’m pregnant.” ‎ ‎The words sounded louder this time. ‎ ‎His jaw tightened. ‎ ‎“That’s impossible.” ‎ ‎Ava shook her head gently. ‎ ‎“It’s not.” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened. ‎ ‎The silence between them was no longer empty. ‎ ‎It was dangerous. ‎ ‎“We were careful,” he said firmly.

My head feels heavy, like it’s stuffed with cotton, and tiny stars dance across my vision as I push through the glass doors and step outside. The cold air hits my face, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me, Pregnant. How can I be pregnant? No man has ever touched me, no one has ever even kissed me. And then it occurs to me that this was just the beginning, my stepmother will kill me when she finds out. To her, a pregnancy isn’t just a scandal to our family, It’s another mouth to feed, another stain on her perfect family image. And I am already the stain she tolerates the least.

Leaping down the stairs three steps at a time, I bolted for my car, started it up, and sped off, leaving her far behind. As I turned the corner, I glanced back and saw her rushing out after me. It was genuinely terrifying. Fortunately, I had left early that day. I arrived at work in time to sit and enjoy a calm breakfast. My coworkers joked and said, "Cindy, you're early today!" "Trying to climb the corporate ladder now?" I sighed heavily. "Don't even ask. I've been targeted by a pregnant woman! She nearly scared me to death!" Their curiosity was piqued, and they all gathered around. "What happened? Spill!"

“These past few days I’ve been off—no appetite and always tired. “At first, I thought it was just my period coming, but it never did… Then today it suddenly struck me, maybe I was pregnant, so I went to get checked.” Louis wasn’t even listening anymore. He snatched the report from her hand, staring at it, his eyes drinking in every line. “This is so fast. I thought… I thought we’d never get the chance… but it’s so fast.” His voice tumbled out in broken murmurs, completely incoherent. Then he lifted his head, grinning like a child. “It’s because you’ve been so diligent that I got pregnant so quickly. Even Dr. Grant said it doesn’t usually happen this way.”

“I wish I were there! Girl, you are evil for this.” “Not evil. Strategic,” I corrected, grinning as I leaned back. “Lyra thought she could just walk back into his life like nothing happened. I gave that man-years. I gave him everything. And then she shows up, and suddenly, he’s all healed and faithful? Nah.” Ria laughed again. “But girl… a fake pregnancy? You went all out.” “Please. It’s not fake. Just… suggested. A sonogram is easy to fake when you know the right people. Besides, I’ve got Antonio backing me up.”

Those words stayed inside her head long after she returned upstairs. --- Rain tapped softly against the bedroom windows as Elena lay awake staring at the ceiling. The room was beautiful. Massive bed. Soft lighting. Silk sheets. Yet somehow she had never felt more alone. Her hand drifted slowly toward her stomach again. Still no visible bump. Still no movement. Yet everything in her life had already changed because of the tiny life growing inside her. Tears burned unexpectedly behind her eyes. Not from sadness this time. From fear. Because deep down— She knew Sophia was right. She didn’t know Damien Blackwood at all. All she knew was that he was powerful enough to control entire rooms with a

“What?” “She might've stopped taking her tonic,” Rowena said bluntly. “I don’t know if it was intentional or if she simply forgot in all the chaos, but the fetus is now growing rapidly. Too rapidly. Its magic is far more potent than I anticipated—it’s likely siphoning energy from Everest to accelerate itself. It's entirely possible that Everest’s explosion of power put the babe into sort of a panic growth mode, regardless of the tonic in her system of not.” I couldn’t speak. The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out, leaving me gasping for breath.

I replied, placing a hand instinctively on my stomach and gasped. Lance was instantly at my side. "What's wrong?" "Look at my stomach," I said, then pulled back the blanket. My stomach was protruding out from my hips in more than just a baby bump. I looked five months pregnant. I looked into Lance's eyes, panicked. "Is this normal?" Lance nodded. "Dhampir pregnancies go much quicker than normal pregnancies." "I'd say," I said, running my hand across my hard stomach. "Well, if there was any doubt before, there's definitely no doubt now. I'm glad that my appointment is tomorrow."