What To Expect When You Re Expecting Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rebel POV I have been doing as the doctor instructed, staying on bed rest. I don’t want to take the chance of doing anything to hurt our pups. I have been reading the book the doctor gave me too. My boobs are going to get sore and bigger too apparently. Cravings are a thing. No wonder the omegas were smiling at me about cravings. I don’t know if I will have any of those, but I guess time will tell. I’m reading through the book, when Austin comes back to the bedroom. He is looking at me and smiling. “Reading about what to expect?”

𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. An important note you should note for book two is that, there will be switching of POVs a lot in some chapters so I hope you get along with this. Let me know what you think of book One, and how the journey has been including your expectations for book two in the review section! Thank you for your support and I love you all very much 3>

"Since then, everything got so quiet, it's almost boring I can say." I closed the book and looked at her intently, observing every corner of her face. "Boring is good when you have a five-year-old son and another on the way," I mumbled, looking down at my belly. She stared at me for a second, thinking I was joking. "What? Are you serious?" She asked squeakily. "I was about to tell you the same thing about me! I'm expecting too," I half gasped and laughed as we locked into an embrace, screaming with joy.

Hello everyone! So I'm doing another update here! :) I've gone back and done a fairly big update to this story. I ended up becoming a necessity as part of my work to hopefully get an audiobook verison. So I'm hoping to do that at least by early 2024.

I nod and he lets go of my hands, exiting the room. Whatever he's dealing with must have something to do with the guard following me everywhere. I really want to know. He'll never tell me, though. I sigh and leave the kitchen, heading to the living room. When I arrive, I grab a book from the bookshelf and take a seat on the couch. The book I'm about to read seems to be about childbirth and parenting. Where the hell did this even come from? I open the book anyways and start to read. Only a few pages in, and I already know that many women poop during the birthing period and that contractions can be worse than pushing the baby out.

Settling down in his chair, Micheal procced to complete his outstanding work when Autumn's table lit up, catching Micheal's attention as his eyebrows furrowed. Placing down his pen, Micheal picked up the table as he stared at the screen in curiosity. Unlocking the screen with one swipe, Micheal's eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement. On the screen was an audiobook entitled 'My Filthy Girl'. Micheal glanced at Autumn, who slept peacefully before looking back at the table as his body tensed up. Glancing down at the headphones that lay on his desk, Micheal forcefully swallowed before he picked them up and placed them in his ear. His shaky finger then pressed play as music immediately filled

No matter how you put it, when scoundrels get what’s coming to them, it’s like a weight lifts off my soul. And the passion they describe in books—my goodness! It makes me want to climb right onto Antoshka and ravish his… potato. Well, alright, not a potato—more like a respectable-sized banana—but still… I just wish he’d use it more often and more actively, you know? And today, another love scene is supposed to be published by one of my favorite authors, so… I make myself comfortable. But when I open the app and go to the book I’m interested in, I’m met with unexpected disappointment. My monthly reading subscription has expired. I let out a frustrated sigh and am about to close the device whe

Elara POV** My foot caught on something. The world tilted. I grabbed the railing hard, knuckles white, heart slamming against my ribs. Didn’t fall. But almost. I stood frozen on the stairs, breathing hard, one hand pressed to my stomach. “Baby’s okay,” I whispered. “We’re okay.” I looked down. A book. Lying on the step where it definitely hadn’t been two minutes ago. *What to Expect When You’re Expecting.* I hadn’t left it there.

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

one read. “Hi. My husband was recently diagnosed with ageusia, the same disorder that you came down with. We’ve been without hope for the longest time until reading this. Now we have hope that he can be cured and we’ll get our lives back. Thank you! PS: When do we expect the book launch? ☺,” another said. After the initial flood of emotions, I was filled with excitement. I wanted to celebrate with anyone at all. “Becca?” I called out. She’d been on her way to the kitchen when I spotted her through my open door.