Sister Pregnant Novels & Stories

But disappointment burned too hot in me to move closer. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of the insanity. Then a bitter laugh escaped my lips. “So, let me get this straight… the baby in your womb is actually your husband’s stepbrother? Or… his brother? God, this is insane.” Amelia flinched at my words, but I couldn’t stop. “Do you know how twisted that sounds? You’re carrying your husband’s sibling. This isn’t a scandal anymore—it’s a curse waiting to explode.”

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.

Aiden said while taking a glance at the baby in Timothy's arms. Clara, my sister. She got cured after a surgery. She wanted to have a baby but doctor's said that it was tough, not because she can't be pregnant it's because it's rare chances for her to survive after giving birth to the baby, she's weak. Timothy denied her choice of getting pregnant but she got pregnant. Every man would have been happy when his wife tells him that she's pregnant. But Timothy! He cried! He cried when my sister told that she's pregnant. He doesn't want to loose her. But my sister is stubborn. She said she wanted to die as a mother.

They would always bicker over unnecessary things and could not be together in a space without arguing. My sister is currently 4 months pregnant, but you would think she is 6 months pregnant with how big her belly is getting, and she is very clingy to Jaden, but I understand it’s not easy to be pregnant, and pregnant women need more attention and care. I try to wipe away all other thoughts and get back to the tasks that need my attention. LATER IN THE EVENING… I walk into the dining room, and everyone is already seated. By everyone, I mean my mum, my sister Talia, and Aiden; we lost my father 5 years ago.

They had beaten the odds. "We should celebrate," Sienna said. "Mimosa? Virgin for me, obviously." "Coffee," Aria said. "Strong coffee." "I'll get it," Noah said. He walked to the kitchen. Aria looked at her sister. "You okay?" "I'm great," Sienna said. "I'm pregnant, I'm single-ish, and I'm disowned. It's the most exciting my life has ever been." "You're not disowned," Aria said. "You resigned."

She paused for a moment before her eyes wandered to the window. “Marek Baranov, thirty-nine, never married and no children. Lastly, Bronya Petrov, thirty-seven, married Vladimir Petrov part of the Petrov sect of the Russian Bratva. They have one child on the way.” My eyebrows shot up. “What?” “Your sister is pregnant?” Her reply came as a question, cocking her head slightly to the side. I grumbled. “Well, she didn’t fucking tell us.” “Sorry? Congratulations on being an uncle again?”

“I strongly suggest we lay low. Rodrigo is going to fight them. You, on the other hand, can keep pretending to be sorry.” “I’m tired of kissing up to her ass, Mom. I’m the legitimate daughter. She’s a surrogate’s daughter and is meant to serve me. Do you understand me?” “I do, but—” “No buts. I want Valeria—hold on.” My phone was ringing, and seeing it was my source, I definitely had to pick up. “Speak.” I didn’t want to waste time. “We have information on your sister. She is pregnant.” “What?” Where did that come from?

Vampire heirs were domineering, thrashing about inside the womb, and the pain often left me unable to sit upright. Yet a witch who conceives cannot abort lightly—it would severely damage our magical roots. I sighed, resigning myself. I would endure, perhaps even see this child as a gift from fate. My sister noticed my silence and assumed jealousy. Her face lit up with even more pride, even her pale face showing cruel satisfaction. "Perfect timing. I'm pregnant, and I have no appetite. Go make me a bowl of pomegranate juice." I bit my lip. Pomegranate juice was nothing unusual.

“Sister, it has been a long while since we met.” Christina was about to ignore her and bring Travis home. “Sister, you’ve already been pregnant for eight months, right? The baby will be born soon.” “That’s my business. You don’t have to worry about it, Miss Garcia.” Christina gave her the cold shoulder as she did not want to see her. “Sister, don’t be offhanded with me. After all, we’re biological sisters who are also both pregnant with Michael’s children. Perhaps my umbilical cord blood can save Travis!”

she whispered. There is something stuck between us. I let go of our embrace slowly. "Widya! Am I going to be an aunt?!" I shouted excitedly. Her stomach protruded slightly from the folds of the dress she was wearing. She answered with a nod and a delighted smile. "Yes, Sister. Just five months." "Congratulations! Take care of your health," I advised her, I stroked her tummy gently. "Hopefully you can catch up soon, okay. Wisnu already wants a younger sibling, right!" she said with a laugh. ***