Sister Pregnant Novels & Stories

She said and we listened with rapt attention and extreme curiosity. "Ten years ago my sister got pregnant for a black American man who was her boyfriend whom she thought loved her and would get married to her when he hears the good news. But sadly, he was a pretender and had a family outside the country which he ran back to immediately my sister notified him of her pregnancy..." She sniffed and smiled sadly.

Looked at me. "Then you're pregnant. And we figure out what that means. One step at a time." "I don't know how to do this." "Nobody knows how to do it until they do it." He closed the fridge and came to sit across from me. "My sister didn't know how to be pregnant either. She figured it out. You will too." "Your sister had support. A partner. Family." "You have me. And you have three mates who would want to support you if they knew."

"You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!" She wasn't wrong. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, nor did my clothes bear any designer logos. But that was only because I was pregnant. Must a person really need to flaunt brand names just to prove their identity? Lara's eyes narrowed as she mocked me. "My husband's sister has lived abroad all her life, and I've never heard a word about her returning. Who do you think you are?" "Or are you trying to lie to me so that I would let you go?" She spat the words with such venom. "What a shameless, filthy woman you are!"

Natalie It was a humid, sticky evening when I finally decided to confront Noah. The air was thick with the scent of impending rain, and I could feel the tension building within me, mirroring the dark clouds gathering in the sky. The thought of Noah, my estranged boyfriend, living with another girl had been gnawing at me for weeks. What made it unbearable was finding out that the girl was my own sister, Lily. The betrayal cut deep, like a knife twisted slowly in my heart.

My husband’s phone pinged with a message. I was about to take it to him at work because he’d forgotten it at home. The message was from my sister. Curiosity piqued, I entered the password to unlock the phone and went to the message. “I AM PREGNANT.”

"Doctor, I don't understand you. Can you explain what you mean…like come again…" Yamileth asks the doctor further. "Aren't you aware of this ma'am? It's been three months…I mean your pregnancy." The doctor adds which shocks both of the sisters. "My sister is pregnant?" Anita asks the doctor in confusion. "Yes. You're married…aren't you? You should have known about this for a long time now." The doctor adds. He seems to be familiar with this family so he knows about them to a certain peak.

"The pregnancy is very healthy” I stilled. Pregnancy? The Alpha whispered something into my sister's ears and she smiled sheepishly. No. No. No. It couldn't be what I was thinking. My husband and my sister together? No way. He wouldn't do that to me. Maybe I should have left, and ignore what was so clear in front of me. The betrayal but my legs were already moving towards them even when everything in me was screaming to go home. “Who is pregnant?" I screamed.

“Or maybe you’re pregnant.” "I don't doubt" my sister opens a smile, without looking away from a magazine about nuptial decorations. "With such a husband I would need nothing but a packet of cookies and a bottle of water. I would have one child a year of good will.” "I agree," echoes Glenda, cuddling in a chair near the window with the little baby on her lap. "My husband is a mere mortal and we are already worse than rabbits in heat.”

It will feel shameful to kick him now, when he’s already at the bottom level. “So, apart from her keeping you guys away from the happenings in her life recently, is there anything else I should know?” He asked, resolving to forget for now, the cruel mess of this Alpha, and focus on finding his sister. It will do him and the world at large, a lot of good. Vee nodded. “She is pregnant. At this moment, she should be a month and a few weeks gone…” Jacob opened his mouth, then shut it. His pregnant sister was out there in the wild, with no connection to her mate, to her guard, or even to him. Did he even have a connection to his sister? He wondered, shutting his eyes in deep sorrow.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”