Spiritual Pregnancy Books Novels & Stories

She asks. “Yeah. It gets more and more difficult to control the urge to be touching us, kissing us and fucking us, but I got herbs from my mother to help with the fertility. They will help prevent pregnancy. You drink a cup of tea or wine that the herbs have steeped in, twice a day,” Raff sighs. “Raff, I know you want to be a father so I know this is hard for you, but thank you. I want children, but it’s too soon for me,” Willow cries and pulls Raff in for a hug.

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

"We can create another time and space to talk about it. Women are the spiritual burden-bearers of their families and you need not to lay the task on your husband. Your effors and devotion to God's service can change his perception of things and clear the way for him. Please open my Bible and read from 1 Corinthians 7:13-15." Nyarari picked the Bible on the table and began searching through. "Corinthians is a book in the new testament, after the five gospels, Acts and Romans," guided Priest Solomon. "Oh, I've found it." "Then read it." "You said first Corinthians... ." "Chapter seven, from verse thirteen to fifteen."

I shook my head to snap myself out of the thought. The book is compiled of spells, rituals, and diary entries. However, a section that is titled: “Prophecy of the Savior,” made me pause. ‘The spirits tell me that a savior will be born soon of magic with so much power and will destroy a great evil. It is prophesied that this Savior is a Queen of sorts, sent by the Moon Goddess herself to reclaim power from evil. Upon their 18th birthday they will possess the gifts of death and destruction.’

You feel tired even after being angry at someone. "I am ancient enough to tell you that the baby inside your belly. It will be nothing but a reason for chaos and apocalypse for your world. I know what you are. And I know what Kurt is. Angels and Spirituals should never make babies. They only bring chaos to this world. I am not saying that the Spirituals were the reason behind that chaos. I am saying that it was not a good thing. Your baby will be nothing but a bad omen for your world and the cause you were chosen for." Hearing Gabe's words, my mouth hung open. He knew what he was talking about. My hand went towards my belly as he told me about the thing I had inside my belly. I was not even

Standing outside that church, sharp wind cutting through her thin coat, stomach already starting to show. The organ music spilled out the open doors while she watched him, “her” Sebastian, slide a ring onto another woman’s finger like the last two years with her had never happened. Like the baby growing inside her meant nothing. Like every look, every touch, every promise had all been one beautiful, calculated lie. The betrayal still burned fresh, even after all this time. It wasn’t just the ring or the vows. It was the way he never once looked back. Never once stepped outside to find me standing there shattered, pregnant, and too proud to scream.

“You're going to be such a good dad.” That night, I woke up at 2 AM needing to pee—another fun pregnancy symptom nobody warns you about. When I came back from the bathroom, Christian was sitting up in bed with the lamp on, reading. I moved closer and saw the book title: “The Expectant Father's Guide to Pregnancy and Beyond.” He had a highlighter. He'd marked passages. There were sticky notes. “Christian?” He jumped slightly, caught. “You're awake.” “What are you reading?” I sat beside him, trying not to smile.

She wring her fingers around Mujaddad's, he's been holding her hands throughout their time there. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Mujaddad! You are three weeks pregnant." He smiled widely before sticking his hand to Mujaddad who unconsciously shook it before sitting back down on the chair, absent mindedly while absorbing the new information. He prescribed some vitamins for her and gave them a book pregnant women are meant to go through of what and what they shouldn't do. The book is bulky, Fayha already decided that she won't read it at all or maybe just check here and there. Who would read all these because they are pregnant? G****e exists for people like her and for a reason too.

“Don’t cry, child. There’s nothing impossible. I don’t know your full story, but I see you have a loving husband and people who care. Hold on to that. Don’t let sadness swallow you.” “How do you know my husband is loving?” She tapped my wedding rings with one finger. “These, for one. But even without them, I see you. You carry yourself like a woman who is cherished.” I swallowed. “What do you mean… you see me?” “Do you believe in spirituality?” “Of course I believe in God.” She shook her head patiently. “Believing in God is one thing. Believing in the deeper currents—the signs, the energies, the old ways—is different. Do you believe in palmistry? In reading what the lines and the stars whisp

Amelie said, snuggling into my arm. “That doesn’t bother me one single bit,” I smirked. “How are you feeling about being on the flight? I read that some pregnant women feel airsickness more.” “Where did you read that?” Amelie said, puzzled. “In What to Expect, When You’re Expecting,” I advised. “Nathaniel Carrington Michaels, did you buy a pregnancy book?” Amelie questioned. “No, I actually bought several pregnancy books,” I beamed. “Oh my gosh!” Amelie giggled.