Secret Pregnancy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The first glimpse of him stirred something deep within me—an unfamiliar flutter in my stomach. I had never experienced such emotions before. Drew didn't have to do much; he simply had to be himself, and that was enough to captivate me. His charm was irresistible, drawing me in with a magnetic force. It made me question the plans I had meticulously crafted for my life in New York. In Drew, I found a reason not to fully regret my actions. Our love had given us the gift of a child, a testament to the purity of our connection. The truth of our child's conception remained unspoken, a weighty secret I hadn't yet found the courage to release to him. But in my heart, I cherished the fact that our ba

As I reached for the packet of condoms beside the bed, Jonny stopped me. "Not tonight, sweetheart.” He told me, "Tonight I'm coming deep inside you. No more precautions, I'm going to get you pregnant, Eve. You're going to get my spunk every day, right up inside you until you're carrying my child." I opened my legs wider and he slid his cock in me, all the way up, the feeling of having him in me again made me gasp with the pleasure of it, he went deep and firmly held my hips while he watched the look on my face, he knew the long wait had made me desperate and that first thrust in me had taken away all the aching. He rolled me onto my back and slid my dress up to my hips. Then he fucked me. Ev

Just them. But reality crept back as their breathing slowed. Elena's eyes filled with tears. "What have we done?" Adrian rolled off her, pulling her into his arms despite her weak protests. "What we've both wanted since the moment I came home." He kissed her forehead, possessive. "This is just the beginning, Elena. The secret affair starts now. Locked doors. Whispered moans. And no one will ever know." She buried her face in his chest, the guilt crashing over her like a wave. But beneath it, a dark thrill stirred. She was trapped in his web, and part of her never wanted to escape.

We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship. He steps closer, his fruity cologne wafting towards my nostrils. And I almost feel irritated with how fast my thighs tighten. If only he knows how much power he has over me, even without touching me. “Where’s the book you were-” “It's just a geography book, let's–let’s get going,” I stutter, brushing past him quickly. Thankfully, he doesn't protest. As we walk out of my apartment, I notice how my dress accentuates my hips so well yet my hands clutches my purse tightly.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

"Not all people can be rich. Well, mind me, we are both middle class girls, we are not like that rich asshole, Sasha, who would give up her enlarged p*ssy for some dollars," "Should I come pick you up or vice versa?" Shelby asked. Paige looked at the deserted road and sighed softly. "Come pick me up. No taxi over here," "Great! I will be there in 10 minutes, and I will be sure bit to ruin my mani's. They are so precious to me," Shelby muttered taking a look at her coloured fingernails. "Just be here," **** "Sir, this are the documents," his secretary gave him the documents for the arrival of the new food industry,"

I let my guard fall, letting him pull my shorts down and lift me onto the mattress. He made love to me that night with a slow, agonizing passion that made tears sting the corners of my eyes. Every single deep, heavy thrust felt like a silent plea. It felt like he was trying to physically claim my body, trying to reassure me through the darkness that I was the only girl he truly belonged to. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, burying my face in his neck, crying silently as our bodies moved together in the quiet room. But even as he finally groaned out my name, his body stiffening as he came deep inside me, I couldn't shake the terrifying, heavy feeling that our secret was unraveling

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery