Sister Impregnation Stories Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

Later, when rumors spread that the two of them had an improper relationship, he turned on me with a cold face and scolded, "I'm your husband. Can't you trust me even a little? Besides, Brooke is your sister. How can you suspect us of something like that?" I had loved Jensen with all my heart for five years. When we married, I hadn't even asked for betrothal gifts. Back then, I was blinded by love. No matter how many times we fought, I always swallowed my grievances and gave in. But I never imagined that after giving her a job and a car, Brooke would still want me to hand Jensen over to her completely. Looking at the two of them clinging to each other, anyone who didn't know better would have

The word hit me like a knife. “Shut the hell up!” I tore the forms in half, the pieces scattering across the floor. His expression softened unexpectedly. His voice lowered almost tenderly. “Not nonsense. I want to marry you. I want children only with you.” I pressed my lips together. I was shaken by how his voice trembled with longing. "I am your step sister. How can you say about it." I corrected him. "Did I consider you as a step sister when I had sex with you? Have you considered me step brother when you moaned my name when I was inside you?"

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

“So, after all the sacrifices and contributions I made for you, my father almost disowned me but I still followed you around because I believed in you. This is… and if it were another person it I’ll not hurt as much you had to make it my sister?” “I’m not ready for that fake tear of yours,” Ethan fired as he went to hug Jasmine. Oh honey, don't mind her. I’m here for you,” Jasmine said and cuddled up to him. So now that she was announced as Luna? She no longer had pains in her belly? But she was screaming and squirming in spins when my baby needed the doctor. “I can now see. I honestly prefer your sister to you. You are a manipulative person and nothing good can come out from you. Your siste

I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first.

"I told my brother to put you on a pedestal just so he could let you fall even harder." Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. "You!" she shouted before collapsing to the floor, clinging to my brother's leg. But he kicked her away without hesitation. "Please, you can't do this to me... I-I'm carrying your child again... Our child..." she stammered, desperation seeping into her voice. I scoffed. "A child? Do you really think my brother would touch someone as vile as you?" Lara froze. "What do you mean?"

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

“I know that already. I told the family I was allergic to eggs after I came back… but my sister was married and living separately. She probably didn’t know.” She turned to Anthony and gave him a soft smile. “Don’t blame her. It’s not her fault.” My brows furrowed. I hadn’t used eggs. Not in the potpie and not in the dessert. It must have been something else entirely… either that, or Natalie was lying. “You want to be more careful, Miss Natalie,” the doctor continued. “Especially since you’re eating for two now!” I looked at the doctor, confused. “What?” He smiled at me. “Your sister… she’s pregnant! You didn’t know?”

She wiped an angry tear off her cheek, “he loved her so much, when she put the bug in his ear for me to have his kid, he was all in.” She had stunned him into silence. “I didn’t have an affair with your brother, Royal. I was a surrogate. They used me and my womb as a host and the moment the doctor put the baby in their arms, they walked away and forgot I existed. Your sister-in-law did what it took to get your family off her back and your brother was so hellbent on getting what he wanted, he would have done it through any means possible. I was the means.”