Romance Pregnancy Books Novels & Stories

Five Pregnancy Books Fernando had never imagined that he would spend nearly five minutes standing in front of a shelf filled with pregnancy books. In the quiet bookstore, filled with the scent of fresh paper, Fernando stood out conspicuously among the aisles that suddenly felt utterly unfamiliar to him. The man known for being cold, decisive, and always in complete control of his massive corporation stood there with a blank expression, while Marco, a few steps behind him, was beginning to question his own sanity. Fernando's hand brushed over the edges of books bound in soft pastel covers that looked completely at odds with the structured dark suit he was wearing.

“We’re going to have another baby.” “I know... it was nice to see Grif-” he stopped dancing. He held me by my shoulder and pulled away gently to look into my eyes. “What did you say?” I nodded, taking the pregnancy kit from my pocket and showed it to him. “Merry Christmas, my love.” ~~ AN Another book from me is up, Don's Fiancée. Search for my pen name 'Castiel' so you can easily find it. Thank you for reading Ren and Devin's story. xx

“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.

Eventually, I fell for him too. Aside from his age, he certainly had the stamina too—he never held back in bed. Every night, he left me breathless. One day, I visited a friend with a newborn. The sight made my heart melt, and I wanted one of our own. Although Jeremiah was born infertile, he began seeking treatment in the country and overseas just to fulfill my wish. He was over the moon the day I found out I was pregnant. He handed out a full month's bonus to all his employees so they could celebrate with us.

This is Neria and Ryan’s story (His innocent wife). I changed the title. It will be short and fast-paced. Book tropes: Marriage of convenience, pregnancy, love after marriage, mafia, grief, dark romance Trigger warnings: Violence, dark romance, rough sexual content Neria’s P.O.V. I was out of it, feeling like an out-of-body experience.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

She asked with curiosity. "Like you will become fatter, you will have crazy cravings. Oh my God! I pity Roman. Some women grow big noses, and can either love sex more or hate it like you always hated it." I told her. "That's too much." She pouted. "Some people call pregnancy one of the disadvantages of having sex." I informed her. "I am glad that Roman will work during my pregnancy but I don't want to have a big nose. It will disfigure my beauty and I don't want to hate sex. That's shit is amazing." She pouted.

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

What he didn't know was that the woman, once told she might never conceive, was now carrying his child. "Baby, you've been distracted all month. Are you still worried about not being able to get pregnant? I love you. As long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter if we never have children." His gentle voice filled my ears. I stared blankly at him, only to notice the book in his hands—The Pregnancy Guide. The memory of the hospital surged up all at once, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. River must have noticed the change in my expression because he quickly tried to cover the book title. "It's for a distant relative—an aunt of mine. She's having a geriatric pregnancy, and her health is f

Then I walked away. Now, I am nine months pregnant and living with my mother-in-law. I’ve taken leave from my new position as a principal at a small school. Life has changed a lot. My husband and I have grown closer—we’re laughing more, talking more, and yes, even making love almost every day. For the first time in a long while, I feel like a wife who is both loved and desired. Soon, a new life will come into our world. And with it, I hope our happiness only grows stronger. [End]