Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Pregnancy

I don't know if she is suffering from sickness and I urge her to see a doctor I touch her temperature and is damn hot I wake her up Sir Alex,she said Sorry I wake you up,you need to go home and rest I said and she didn't argue That's means the sickness is really suffering her I felt like crying seeing her in that condition She looks pale She left the office with my driver Jennie, I don't know what's wrong with me Am thinking as if am pregnant so today I decided to go to the hospital After hour of waiting The doctor called me Congratulations madam,you are one month gone He said and I became confused I don't understand I said I mean you are one month pregnant He repeated and his words keep on

My heart’s pounding, and not because of the near-death experience. I make a valiant effort to concentrate at my screen, but my purse is squatting there like a grenade. I can’t ignore it anymore. I sneak to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and pull out another test that I grabbed at a drugstore on the way here. It is torture to wait, each second like a wire sliding against a raw nerve. My legs collapse when the second plus sign comes up. I collapse, sliding down the wall with the cold tile keeping me centered and the truth settling over me more weightily than I can ever remember. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby. And if that someone is Liam Knight, the cocky one-night stand I can’t ke

Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets. In the days that followed, Jennifer grew unbearably arrogant, pampered beyond measure by the three men who doted on her precious triplets. One day, she barged into my courtyard again, clutching a greasy sausage roll and ordering me to do chores. I turned to look and saw a massive ball of flesh jiggling toward me. Jennifer was not even five months along, but she had already grown so fat that she was unrecognizable. After the Pregnancy Swap System had placed the piglets in her womb, she began resembling a pregnant sow more and more. Pregnant sows had enormous appetit

Pure deliciousness. "Ok, this one first." She slides a book towards me. On the front is shows a wolf fetus inside the womb, it reads 'SHE-WOLF PREGNANCY WEEK BY WEEK' in bold letters. If that wasn't a kick to the gut, I don't know what is. Am I really doing this?

she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning. I staggered slightly under the weight, blinking at her. “What are these?” Jessica beamed, looking far too pleased with herself. “Books on pregnancy, of course! I want you to finish reading them all. There’s so much to learn about what’s best for the baby!” I stared at the stack, the titles screaming words like ‘prenatal nutrition’, ‘what to expect when you're expecting’, and ‘perfect parenting from day one’. Inwardly, I cried. Never mind. This place wasn’t heaven. It was hell.

A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena. She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach.

The world beyond the glass is pristine, blanketed in white, but her thoughts are anything but peaceful. Her mind drifts to her pregnancy. It must have begun shortly after her first night with Damien. She had doubted her ability to conceive, yet here she was, carrying a miracle. But now, the joy of her daughter’s impending arrival is overshadowed by threats. Diego Granger—a man whose audacity knows no bounds—has dared to endanger her child.

I hated that thought immediately. The silence between us no longer felt awkward now. Just intimate. Outside, the rain finally began slowing against the windows while exhaustion settled heavily through my body again. I leaned back carefully against the couch. “I think pregnancy is humiliating.” Damien looked almost amused. “That’s a strong description.” “I cried yesterday because toast smelled aggressive.”

And she was requesting me of something easy. Marriage. A child. A future which she may not live to see. “Mother….” She cut me off. “It’s fine. I am no one after all. You can live your life how you want. I’ll soon be removed from it anyways.” Her words hit deeper than they should. This was blackmailing emotionally. And she knew it. I let out a long breath. "You're not being fair." “I carried you in my womb for nine months,” she said. “I brought you up single-handedly after your father passed away. Is this too much to ask?"