Romance With Pregnancy Novels & Stories

"Be careful not to miscarry, you worked so hard to mate with me for this child, you better take care of yourself now!" The Alpha's cold angry voice spreads a shiver down Rene's spine. Born as a recessive omega and a slave, Rene's life has been full of misery and humiliation, what happens when he is forced to become a sex slave to the cold hearted Barbarian, Lyrien, a powerful dominant Alpha whose name strikes terror even to other Alphas? Lyrien is a savage beast, who hunts and kills for pleasure, he greatly despises the sex slave sent by his enemy to serve him. Rene is an innocent omega who is caught between the power struggles between Clans and Alphas. In a world ruled by the strong will Rene manage to survive or will he be crushed by his brute master whose cruelty leaves his spirit hanging on a thread? This is an omegaverse MM Dark romance, containing dark themes, such as abuse, torture, male pregnancy, proceed with caution.

My bestie Kenna and I were the fated mates of the two most powerful Alpha brothers in the Dark Moon pack. I was mated to the Head Alpha, Cade. Kenna was mated to his brother, Rhys. On our mating anniversary, a bloody package reeking of Rogues arrived. It was from Cade’s childhood friend, Lilah. The feral scent shocked my body into premature labor. Kenna rushed me to the pack’s private medical center. But the labor triggered a fatal condition: “Moon Eclipse Sickness.” My life force was draining away. With my last bit of strength, I used our mind-link to beg my Alpha for help. His furious voice was my only answer. “You’re faking this just because I missed our anniversary? Lilah’s rare silver hound is giving birth, and it’s dangerous. Don’t cause trouble for me now!” In the end, it was Kenna who drained her own wolf’s spirit to save me. I barely survived. But the pup I delivered was rushed to emergency care, too weak from my fading life force. Her eyes bloodshot, Kenna contacted her mate, Rhys. She begged him for "Moonflower Dew"—a serum from his own company that could save our baby. "Lilah's hound is weak after giving birth. I’m busy making a special formula for it. You and Evelyn are two of a kind. Always stirring up trouble. First her drama, now yours." My pup died. And my heart shattered with him. “Kenna, I’m rejecting my mate bond with Cade.” “If you reject him, I reject mine. Traitors don’t deserve mates.” But when we told the Alpha brothers we were rejecting them, they felt a panic they had never known.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

Nora's life turns upside down when she discovers her pregnancy for Aiden Hart the grandson of the billionaire mogul. Their whirlwind romance is destroyed by family oppositions, secrets and lies. Five years later, fate reunites them, thereby rekindling the flames that never truly died. With new relationships and old wounds, what happens when Aiden finds out about his hidden child? Will they resist the pull of their all consuming love or risk everything for a second chance? Can they untangle the past and make their forbidden love last?

"Who are you and why can't this wedding be held?" Alpha Carlos asked curiously. "Who I am is not important, but did you know that your beautiful bride here is pregnant for another man.?" The man revealed with a smirk. “What! “ Alpha Carlos exclaimed, giving me a questioning look. My heart kept pounding in my chest as I felt a cold sweat run down my spine. How did he know? ************************************** Scarlett was drugged at the mate bonding ceremony and she ended up having a one-night stand with an unknown man because of the effects of the drugs which later resulted in her getting pregnant. She decided to tell her mate after their wedding, for fear of being rejected by him. On her wedding day, a stranger reveals the news of her pregnancy to the whole pack which is a taboo for the wolf pack and anyone found guilty of that will be banished. What happened when council members asked her mate, the Alpha not to go on with the wedding? How would she be able to identify the person responsible for her Pregnancy when she's also mated to a prince from another pack and the Alpha's beta who were claiming to be responsible for her Pregnancy?

Contemporary Dark Romance: To protect her father's political career, an unruly girl is forced into marriage with a cold, commanding man-unaware he's been chosen to tame her chaos and awaken something she's determined to fight. -------------------------- The last thing that feisty Andra, a tomboy, expects from her father is to be forced into a marriage with Dominic, an attractive and resilient stranger who becomes a threat to her wayward lifestyle with his formidable disposition.

I was trapped in a sea filled with icebergs, clinging to life alongside Elsa —the sweetheart of my mate, Alpha Luke, and her son. After a long hesitation, Luke chose to save me, the one carrying his unborn twins. After he brought me to shore, there wasn’t enough time for him to go back for Elsa. All he could do was watch her drift away, swallowed by the freezing waves, until she disappeared from sight. He never forgave me for it. He said I delayed him—that if not for me, he could have saved her. For five long years, he hated me. He wouldn't even let my twin pups call him “father.” Then came the day the witch brewed a time machine that could turn back time. Luke gave up everything—his title, his pride, even his sons—just for the chance to go back. “Aria,” he said before leaving, “did you really think I saved you because I cared? If I hadn’t saved you first, the whole pack would’ve blamed Elsa. That’s the only reason.” After he was gone, his mother looked at me with eyes full of disdain. “This is all your fault,” she said. “If Luke had saved Elsa first, he might’ve been happy now.” Even my own children resented me. “You're the reason Father hates us,” they said. “You're the one who killed Elsa. Why couldn’t it have been you who died that day?” Despised by everyone, I drank the potion without a second thought. This time, I would go back. This time, I would save myself. And I would owe Luke nothing.

My husband Bruno's goomah was pregnant with their second child. At the family dinner, he caressed his lover Ava's rounded belly. "This one will be a boy, the future heir to the Marino family. As my wife, it is your duty to raise him." This was the second time he had openly acknowledged one of his bastards. I didn't make a scene like I had before. I just calmly lifted my head and looked Bruno straight in the eye. Raucous laughter erupted from the family members around the table. "Remember last time, when she acted like a madwoman? Looks like she's finally learned her place." "The Rossi family's businesses have all been carved up. What can she do besides be an infertile trophy wife? She'll be kicked to the curb sooner or later." Bruno's face was expressionless, allowing them to hurl their insults at me. I fought back the tears burning my eyes and even managed a small smile. "Bruno, let's get a divorce." Bruno looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curling into a dismissive smirk. "Liliana, if you can come up with the hundred million dollars you owe this family, I'll sign the papers right now. Otherwise, stop making a scene." I didn't argue, and just dialed an encrypted number. "I accept the terms we discussed." A lazy laugh echoed from the other end of the line. "A hundred million? Merely the cost of a port. I can have it for you anytime, my princess."

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

Chaos happens in Kingdom Euthoria when the omega Princess, Princess Zoey, gets marked by a mere peasant who visits the palace to give his order of baked goods. And she is in love with Prince Patrick. So how can this forbidden love between a royal and a peasant happen? The rollercoaster before falling in love | the peaceful ride with blissful love A Historical Romance