Accidental Surrogate Novels & Stories

Ella We all go a little pale, I think, as we consider the possibility that Cora, too, is an accidental – or not so accidental - surrogate. “I’m sure that’s not true,” I say suddenly, shaking my head but a little shaken – I admit – by the idea that the baby was conceived during a storm that basically forced Roger and Cora off the road and into an empty room with not much in it besides a bed. It seems…a little too convenient to be chance, didn’t it?

“Nevertheless, we are answering your question. This was why I chose you to be my surrogate. You’re incredibly intelligent. You are fiercely independent. You’re elite at a number of sports. You have no family history of heart disease, dementia, or diabetes. And, to put it bluntly, you’re attractive. You’re the perfect surrogate for my future child.” XXX

This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow. It wasn't that Liam lacked the skills for a direct approach, he could easily walk up, sweet-talk her, and charm her into believing she was his love at first sight. But that method was too ordinary, too easily dismissed. A quick rejection would leave him no believable route for a second attempt. Not that she could actually stop him, but if she flagged him as a persistent creep following her after a clear denial, his entire mission would be dead on arrival. This wasn't a casual pickup; it was a mandate to occupy her every thought. Therefore, the task required long-

I stared at the blank television screen, and despite it being off, I could still replay everything in my head. Runaway surrogate. Emotionally unstable surrogate. Manipulative surrogate. The agenda was for strangers to discuss my pregnancy on television.

Perhaps it's the wine. I'm already two hours in when I go through the "escorts wanted" listings. Then I notice an advertisement that says: "Surrogate Needed. Will be well compensated. Complete discretion is required. Fill out the form below." The blood rushes to my brain, and I feel a tingling sensation as the synapses begin to connect. Who would put anything like this on their list? I burst out laughing and ask aloud, "Universe, are you playing a trick on me?" The email address is from a normal G***l account, so it has to be a prank, right? But a part of me wonders, "What if it's real?"

he whispered to my ear, I know I said I will get over him, but that's a lie. When the new term started, the tournament was postponed to next term, cause of the governor election. Some love it some don't. I don't mind. We kept living as usual, him acting as my brother and my feeling getting deeper, mom is now 7 months gone. The devil is very happy about it. We were both in his room when we heard someone fall, we both rushed to know who, it is, its mom, the threshold tripped her and she fall face flat, with her stomach

"I see…" I had nothing to say to her if she didn't believe me. But the truth would soon come out, doctor Maverick said he made a mistake about the Surrogate process. He used my egg instead of Alisa's but it seemed the mistake was a good thing. I looked at Monica who left the study and closed the door, not sure how to tell her that the enemy who wanted Victor had other plans. Putting two and two together I came to a conclusion

Angel nods, “I apologize, Alpha. But there's still more you might want to see. It's related to the surrogacy scandal." “Dear goddess,” I groan. “What about it?” “Our men found the surrogate, and she claims Miss White knew about everything. According to her, it’s an arranged operation, and it wasn't originally meant to become public." He taps on another statement in front of me. "The people involved allegedly promised her a certain amount of money. The surrogate claims Miss White convinced her that they deserved more money than originally agreed." I chuckle, “You must really be joking.” Angel ignores my interruption, only shaking his head to let me know that he’s not.

I need to run. I managed to drag myself toward the staircase, inch by inch. She followed behind me, slowly, like a predator enjoying the hunt. “I’ll make it look like an accident,” she said softly. “You fell. You got dizzy. You hit your head. No one will question it. No one will ever know.” But I had proof now. My phone was still recording, tucked in my hoodie. I just had to survive long enough for Kai to hear it. I reached the top step.

A blueprint for control and according to the date, Noah had two years left when we met. I flipped to the next page. My surrogacy contract, the original except now, highlighted in red ink, was two things I hadn’t seen before. One: The Recipient knows the surrogate’s financial hardship at the time of agreement. Two: Surrogate selected due to compatibility, physical health, and “low profile.” “Low profile.” Like I was some cheap watch he could wear without drawing attention. My hands shook. I found my old hospital records buried in my files. Clinic intake forms, discharge paperwork. They all matched, same clinic and timelines.