Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Pregnancy

He looked at her and she looked at him and smiled. “We are pregnant!” They said in unison and applause erupted from all sides as the pack started to celebrate. Gabriella burst out laughing as she realized that her ideas for her new pet project might have to be put on the back burner while she was pregnant. When she hatched her plan the night before to start writing her book, she had no idea she would be hatching a pup! She was once again reminded of how strange life was and how it brought you to where you needed to be. She was lucky that life had brought her here.

I ask. He looks at me. “Don’t your books tell you how big of an age gap between children they have their children?” he asks me curiously. I laugh “My books are a little different. The one book, the woman was pregnant almost every year because they loved one another…” heat rushes to my face again. “Jesus Grace, I don’t think that’s healthy. I think your insides need at least two years to heal… I read that somewhere.” He shakes his head. “Do I need to ban certain books from you again?” he asks.

“Wanna hear the good news before I elaborate more?” Roman's tapping stopped. “The good news had better be exceptional, Fawn.” I took a breath. “I'm pregnant.” His eyes instantly widened, his gaze falling to my belly that I instinctively wrapped my hand around and looked away. “It’s a recent diagnosis. My stomach’s just a little big because I ate a large slice of cake before our drive here. Sorry.” “That’s… that’s not possible…” His voice trailed off as he looked up at me again. “We haven’t… in years—”

Thanks for the support, guys. I just wanted to apologize because there was a small mistake in my translation of the English version of Hot Sugar Mommy. It was said in Chapter 48: Romana slipped in the bathroom and Roman asked how is her baby. Romana is not pregnant yet to this part. Even in Chapter 50 where Vincent mentioned whether the drug that Lalaine gave him would not harm the baby. I repeat Romana is not pregnant yet. Sorry 😆 My translation was wrong.

Sasha asked. “Roland is a very wicked man. He doesn't love me, and yet, he got me pregnant!” She snapped. “No, babe, I love you so much. I love our unborn child too. It's just that I gave you what you wanted, and you demanded for another one.” Roland explained. Sasha knew this was one of the pregnancy mood swings, and she pitied Roland because Annabel was one problematic woman.

Antoninus looked puzzled for a moment and then his expression turned displeased, "That looks childish." Childish was better than losing my dignity! Five years ago, he got me pregnant without asking for my opinion, and now he was trying the same thing again? Feeling somewhat aggrieved, I felt my eyes welling up, "Until I agree, I won't allow you to touch me! Otherwise... I'll leave the castle right away and never come back." Antoninus silently watched me for a moment before nodding solemnly, "OK, I won't force you." "You promise?"

I hate to see her cry. "It's okay Chole. From everything that you've told me, it's clearly not your fault. It was that bastard's fault. I will kill him." I said with anger "Please, can you make me some soup? I have a hangover and I'm really starving," I asked. "Sure! Anything for my best girl." She said, delighted to help. "I'll go get a couple of drugs from the store for the pain," I say, not including that I will get pills also, just in case anything funny happens. I'm not ready to bear a child for anyone, especially for a random bastard.

“My pregnant stepsister. My dark obsession. The mother of my children. This life is ours.” We fell asleep tangled, his cock softening inside me, cum leaking, his hand protectively over our growing baby. The isolation had only strengthened our bond. My body, transformed by pregnancy and his constant claiming, belonged to him completely. The dark romance that began in that storm-lashed Victorian house had found its eternal home here, filthy, possessive, loving, and endlessly consuming. Every day deeper into my pregnancy only made the fire burn hotter. And I craved every moment of the blaze.

"Did she?" "Of course she did. She wanted to hurt us." Her certainty irritated me. "Then explain something." She folded her arms. "What?" "The infertility." The color drained from her face for a split second before she recovered. "What about it?" "The doctor told Ophelia I can't have children." "So?" "So..." I took a slow step toward her. "You're pregnant." "I am." "Then how?" She blinked, forcing out a nervous smile. "Miracles happen." Miracles.

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.