Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

Fast? That wasn’t good. Fast meant her body was moving quicker than her mind had time to catch up. She was in labor and had only known it for maybe two hours or so. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t planned. This wasn’t anything like what people talked about when they had baby showers and names picked out.

Blood on the polished floor that cost more than my West Village brownstone. "My baby," I had whispered before the black took me. "Our baby, Rhys..." Our baby? Those two words detonated in his brain as he carried me, bridal style, running. Not walking. Running through Knight Corps Tower like a madman, kicking open double doors, shoving past assistants. "OUT OF THE WAY! OUT!" Maria was running beside him, crying, holding my bag, shouting, "She's pregnant! She's pregnant! She didn't tell anyone!"

She was pregnant with my child. The realization hit me like a freight train. I had come here looking for intelligent life, not to start a new species. But as I looked at Zylax, her body glowing with new life, I knew I couldn't regret it. She was my mate now, and I would do anything to protect her and our unborn child. As Zylax's pregnancy progressed, our lovemaking took on a new intensity. Her body was even more sensitive now, her nipples hardening at the slightest touch. I spent hours exploring her body, my hands and mouth worshipping every inch of her.

**** Author's note If you are here to read Pregnant for the bully, welcome. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a dark romance, it has sexual themes, and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again.

He has not gone beyond the document, because going beyond it required imagining her in a specific place doing specific things and that particular act of imagination has been too precise to sustain without consequence. Heavily pregnant is not a clinical term. It is the phrase of someone who was in the same room with her, who saw her from the outside, who encountered her at a coordination function in a neutral city and later described her to a mutual contact without any knowledge of what the description would eventually carry. It lands differently. He had allowed himself to know the arithmetic. He had not allowed himself to feel it. He asks: "How reliable is the contact?" Rhys: "Reliable enoug

“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."

What the Doctor told him was that the baby looked healthy and was increasingly making fatal kicks that led to Elina laughing, feeling tickled and having cramps in her uterine wall. The grip on her fingers made Elina feel a little calmer, not about anything, maybe every the woman who is soon going to have a baby feels what the woman feels, anxiety and impatience hit the woman in the oversized dress at the same time. Her heart was beating faster than usual.

Then, she said with a serious face, "You are just like a fortune teller, in fact, a very accurate one. If I really rejected him, he'd really planned on locking me up." Rachel smiled triumphantly and said, "Of course! I'm familiar with a lot of plots, you know." Sigrid asked curiously, "What else do you know? Tell me about it, so I can be mentally prepared." "Hmm...since you're married now, the next step will be to get pregnant. According to a romance novel's basic plot, once the heroine gets pregnant, someone's going to do something to her. If it were a torturous novel then there'd be a miscarriage. But if it were a sweet novel, the baby would be safe no matter what happened. Also, you'd pro

Raina was quiet in the nursery. Arabella locked the bathroom door. Her hands were shaking so violently she nearly dropped the strips. She waited. One minute. Two. The silence in the bathroom felt like it was screaming. She stared at the small digital screens, her vision blurring with tears. The first one flickered. Pregnant. The second. Pregnant. The third and fourth followed suit. Tiny black letters confirming a reality that felt like a dream. Arabella sank onto the edge of the tub, a sob breaking from her throat. She wasn't just pregnant. She was pregnant naturally. Without a doctor. Without a plan. Without the shadow of a conspiracy hanging over the beginning of a life.