Romance Novels With Accidental Pregnancy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered. “She’s trying to eliminate you entirely,” Adrian corrected. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I walked the halls of the house in silence, one hand pressed to my lower back, the other cradling the bump. The air felt thick. The walls heavy. I ended up in Granny Elizabeth’s room. She was awake. Sitting up. Waiting. “I knew you’d come,” she said quietly. “She’s pregnant,” I said. Granny didn’t look surprised. “She’s trying to anchor herself to the story,” she said. “When the lies begin to fall apart, people cling to what feels like truth. Pregnancy is truth people don’t question.”

As I took the glass of water my hand should slightly. Yesterday night made me shiver. If Alex hadn't come just in time, would Pete have really taken me even as he knew I was pregnant? Was that how horrible and desperate he was? How could I not have noticed all this while dating him? To have thought that I was going to marry that riffraff of a man was a nightmare and I thank God I didn't oversleep in. Would I say that the betrayal was a blessing in disguise. Oh God! And to even think that he was the one who sent Lucas to rape me.

I asked, and Atlas sighed. “Yes.” “So what you’re saying is that this wolf ritual got me pregnant,” I questioned. “It’s more complicated than that.” He said, and I frowned. “It sounds exactly that simple,” I argued, and Marcus suddenly made a strange choking noise from the front seat. I pointed at Atlas again, ignoring him. “So you’re saying a wolf howled. A magic moon appeared, and a ghost baby flew across America, and now I’m pregnant?” I asked in utter shock, and he shook his head.

I couldn’t resist kissing her, and as I did, she tipped over the edge, dragging me along. For the next few minutes, we lay awake in each other’s embrace. We listened to our heartbeats return to normal. No words were exchanged; just breaths and smiles. I dressed her in my damaged shirt and watched her drift off to sleep in my hands. Her beautiful face was the last thing I saw before utter darkness.

His eyes pleaded with me, imploring. "H-Hector—" Before I could finish my sentence, he swiftly covered my lips, and I felt his tongue slip inside. The memories of that fateful day rushed back to me, reminding me of why it was so wrong to be claimed by him. Flashback "Ana! You're taking so long in the bathroom. What are you doing there?" I heard Elena shout outside, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from the two red lines on the pregnancy test I held. My hands were trembling, as were my knees. I felt my whole body go numb.

No, she had to wait till everything was over, she thought. "Pregnancy? Adrian, I'm not pregnant," she lied, feigning laughter. "Um, okay," he said with a smile as he leaned on the car seat. Her countenance changed and she looked away from his face. She rubbed her hands tenderly around her belly and she knew this was going to be a tough period in her life. Amos had rejected the pregnancy and now, she was alone.

“She made me a better man.” His gaze held mine. “And standing here tonight, I know I’m the luckiest man alive.” Tears burned behind my eyes. “And actually…” He glanced around the room. “There’s one more thing.” I immediately knew what he was going to say next. My eyes widened slightly. “Apparently,” he said casually, “our accidental marriage has been productive.” The room went silent again. “Sienna and I are expecting a baby.” The entire tent erupted instantly with gasps, cheers and applause.

He had this worried look on his face, or maybe I wasn't seeing right, because I still couldn't understand how I suddenly passed out and ended up in the hospital. "You haven't been eating well?" Damon asked the minute the doctor walked in with a small smile on her face. "I'm glad you're awake now." I blinked. "What's wrong with me, doctor?" "Malnutrition. And stress. You really need to take care of yourself so it doesn't affect the baby." My brain switched. I shared a look with Damon before turning back to the doctor. "Baby?" She bobbed her head. "Yes. You're pregnant, Miss Folwell."

Then I started typing. I wrote about the night I’d gone out with Lola before starting at Knight Enterprises, about celebrating something small that felt big at the time. I wrote about the club, the drinks, the way everything blurred together faster than I’d expected. I wrote about meeting a man who felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain then, about the way the night ended without clarity and how I’d woken up with questions I couldn’t answer. I wrote about finding out I was pregnant weeks later and realizing with a sick kind of certainty that it could be either of them.

leaving Emily all to herself at the penthouse, She took care of a few marketing tasks for her new freelance job, answered emails, and hopped on some virtual meetings. Once she finished doing all her tasks for the day She decided to step outside for some fresh air, hoping to clear her mind from all the chaos that had unfolded lately She had thought this whole fake marriage would be simple—just a contract, nothing more. But it was starting to get complicated. And worse, she was beginning to feel something she shouldn’t for Liam. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t what she wanted. By evening, Emily had gotten back to the penthouse, she had a shower and decided to prepare for the dinner d