Stuffed Belly Novels & Stories

My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills. As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone. As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child." Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets. Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million." "I bet three." "I bet one." Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing." Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.

****MATURE CONTENT*** His thick cock stretched me open, knot swelling at my entrance as thunder crashed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was bent over his mahogany desk like a whore, pregnant belly pressed against the cool wood, cum from countless loads already leaking down my thighs. “Beg, little Omega,” Damien growled, voice pure Alpha command, silver-streaked hair wild as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “Beg your best friend’s daddy to knot this greedy c*** and flood your womb again.” I broke. “Please, Alpha… knot me. Breed me deeper. Ruin me while Sophia sleeps down the hall.” He slammed home with a vicious thrust, the massive knot locking us together as he pumped me full, hot and endless, marking me from the inside while I screamed his name loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I was no longer my best friend’s innocent girl. I was his pregnant, dripping, cock-drunk Omega whore. And I never wanted it to end.

Ilaria, though an Alpha's daughter, endured years of abuse at the hands of her older sister Calista. Her father trafficked her mother, forced himself upon them, then abandoned them both. She was an Omega anyone could trample on. Reed's arrival changed everything. He sought to marry the Alpha's daughter to solidify his political path, but Calista drugged him. But, Ilaria unexpectedly slept with Reed. Enraged, Ilaria’s father expelled her from home and cut off her mother’s medical expenses. Swallowing her pride, she begged Alpha Reed, “Please lend me ten thousand dollars.” He touched her belly and told her she was carrying their puppy. Alpha Reed said, “Marry me, and I’ll give you a million.” She thought he was marrying her only for surrogacy, but instead, she became Alpha Reed’s Luna. The famously ruthless Reed family showered her with affection. Later, Ilaria learned that when he was sixteen, Reed had been searching for his fated mate—and that mate was her. (In time, Ilaria herself became a powerful wolf.)

Twenty-two-year-old Tricia Volkanov's life doesn't belong to her. As the first daughter of Mathias Volkanov, head of the Volkanov Mafia, she's more of a pawn in her father's ruthless game of chess, than his beloved daughter.  When her father picks a noble man for her to get married to, Tricia is sad. She feels nothing for Antonio Dombruso, and rebelliously escapes the Volkanov mansion to experience a careless night where she encounters the alluring, beautiful man named Gideon Scarfoni, whom she hands over her virginity to on a platter. When she disappears the next day right before Gideon wakes up, Tricia is eager to put that one, sinful, passionate night behind her and get married to Antonio, but fate has other plans. The stranger's baby is growing in her belly, and it turns out he lied to her from the start. Because his name is not Gideon Scarfoni at all, but Connor Mennetti, and he's a formidable Mafia kingpin, and billionaire whom her father wants dead. THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK 1: HIS BOOK 2: HIM BOOK 3: SHE BOOK 4: HER

My younger sister was in a bad mood and went drinking at a bar, only to be dragged into a room by a few men. Not long after, she ended up pregnant. My husband, to protect her, actually suggested divorcing me so he could marry her instead. "Brooke only went to that bar because of me. I can't let people talk about her. Don't worry—once the baby is born and the paperwork is done, we'll remarry." I refused, but he heartlessly abandoned me, seven months pregnant, on the side of the highway. With my swollen belly, I walked for over an hour before finally making it off the road. There, I found my husband and my sister standing together, mocking me in my miserable state. "You wouldn't even help your own sister. Serves you right to suffer like this." "Noelle, don't be angry. I'm about to give birth, and Jensen only did it 'cause he was only worried about me." At that moment, I finally gave up completely. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout. Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money. Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed. Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes. This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

I thought I was the Conti family's "legitimate wife." Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Christian, resting his hand on my stepsister Emma's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future. Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir." Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy. I didn't cry and didn't make a scene. I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment. Twenty-four hours later, Christian's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized— That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife. He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family. But what I really wanted to know was— When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

"You are mine!!" his voice echoed like that of the devil as he bit on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. *************** Cara, a weak Omega, has always fantasized about finding her mate, the butterflies in the belly, and the happy ending stories. Cara is claimed against her wish when she ran into the territory of the Rogue King, the most wanted villain in Ellorin, on their first meeting, binding herself to a dangerous life and miserable life. from running away from being sold to slavery in her former pack to being the actual slave in the hands of the ruthless Rogue king, Cara must fend and fight for her survival in a place infested with wild rabid wolves. especially when she discovers about her Origin pointing to a long lost bloodline, "The cupbearers" Amidst running away, conspiracies of her parents death, the discovery of her past, and being mated to a wanted rogue, Cara is faced with a difficult choice to choose between her mate or the lives of thousands of people. What will she do when she realises that her parents were killed by rogues?. Will she choose her mate in spite of everything?. Or Will her choice plunge the whole of Ellorin into destruction?.

“Don't tell me what to do.” I glared at him, my breath catching at the dark, hungry look in his eyes when he backed me up against the edge of the desk. “That's very ironic because I am the one who always gets to tell you when to come for me. So yeah, I'll tell you what to do and when I tell you to bend over the fucking desk, you fucking do it, Mrs. Sinclair.” He seethed huskily, spinning me around harshly so that my face got stuffed against the desk with his raging hard-on pressing into me. It fired up the dark thrill coursing through my veins and I did the one thing that betrayed the guard I was trying to put up. I fucking moaned. •••• After her ex-boyfriend ruined her life and crushed her heart into pieces by getting married to a renowned supermodel, Katherine Perez, the enigmatic artist decided to get her pound of flesh by orchestrating his kidnap on the morning of his wedding. Katherine was blinded but rage and wanted to stop the wedding by all means but things took a drastic turn when the team she hired accidentally kidnapped someone else. He wasn't just anyone. He was the head of the US Mafia. Christophe Sinclair. The devil in a suit. Katherine's defiance allowed her to believe that she could get away with the grave crime she committed but everything in her life took a turn for the worse when a Mafia Don who has never been fazed by any woman comes after her with everything he has. Caught in the web of a man who reminds her of every reason she chose to lock her heart away from the world, will Katherine allow herself to be vulnerable again after everything she lost?