Accidental Surrogate Novels & Stories

Eventually my text reads, Willoughby Clinic, I am writing to express my heartfelt interest in becoming a gestational surrogate, providing the precious gift of parenthood to intended parents who dream of welcoming a child into their lives. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emma Johnson, and I am a 20-year-old college student. My desire to become a surrogate arises from a profound sense of empathy and compassion for individuals or couples facing challenges on their path to parenthood and also from the need of finance. Throughout my life, I have strived to maintain excellent physical and emotional health. I have undertaken extensive research and self-education on the surrogacy process, i

If the elders wanted a reason to strip me of my title, this mistake gave them one, but I will correct it, and fight for what belongs to me. “Order received, Alpha.” He bowed again and left. My fists clenched tightly as I stared at the door. I didn’t expect betrayal disguised as incompetence. All I wanted was to get an heir to stop the elders from threatening me with impeachment every time; I didn’t expect to be entangled in this filthy mess. One of my pack members, who was a doctor in the human hospital, had assured me that he would find a werewolf who would be the surrogate mother for a f*e. I didn’t expect that a mistake would happen and a human would be the surrogate mother instead.

He stated. I just smiled and remain walking. I don't know what to answer, especially since our relationship begun at the very unusual situation. I was hired to be his surrogate, to produce him a baby and then forget we've met after giving birth. I don't know if Gray still relying on that agreement, but hope he didn't.

I was at the edge and any little thing tends to trigger my temper. “Miss Ariel you don’t have the qualifications, looks, or even the emotional stability to be my Surrogate. Being my surrogate is a lot. You’ll have to act as my backbone and hide my secrets from my prying family, bare my child, cater to that child until he/she is born and has completed breastfeeding.” “Prying family?”

Steven gazed at Julie and thought she was the most troublesome woman he has ever met. What was he going to do, there was no position open in his company? But Julie did not know that. "Here is the situation. Our human resource manager's mother had an accident. Her accident was not major, but she's in the hospital. So he needs to be with his mother to help her recover. Therefore, he will be absent for six months. His position is open if you are willing to be a substitute worker at the company." Steven explains to Julie, hoping his voice sounds convincing to her.

Candice’s POV “I… I know I don’t match the physical requirements stated in the contract,” I said, my voice low and slightly shaky. “I know this isn’t how it was supposed to happen.” He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, as if reading every twitch of my expression. “The truth is… the original surrogate, the one that was chosen for you, had a sudden complication. Something with her health. The doctors said it would be risky for her to continue,” I continued, twisting my fingers nervously on my lap.

His voice stopped me, and I looked at him. “Good morning.” He stared at me for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a black card and slid it across the table toward me, and I stared at it in confusion. “The client is supposed to give the surrogate a monthly allowance.” He leaned back in his chair. “If you'd read through the contract thoroughly, you'd have seen that.” There it was again. Another insult disguised as a statement. I pursed my lips. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

His eyes darken a little, but he presses his lips in a thin line. "Don't worry about what that woman said, love," but I worry, and the baby? Won't I see the child I carried? Wait, what am I saying? I'm just a surrogate, a paid one with a drug cartel after me. I sit at the end of the bed, bringing my hand to my stomach. I wonder what he'll name it.

His gloved fingers brushed against the skin of my neck and the cold leather made me shiver, but he just kept speaking in that calm, steady tone that made my blood turn to ice. "Accidents are such messy things, aren't they? People get hurt and legacies get tarnished, but the beauty of an accident is that the narrative is whatever the survivor says it is, and right now, Kai is a survivor who needs a story. You were supposed to write that story, Anya, not a tragedy of your own where you end up as a footnote in a police report."

"About the surrogacy, you and Mr. Handerson are the parties, so... I insist on my opinion to ask you." Surrogacy？ Daisy was stunned. Hasn't this matter been solved already? Sean had said that they did not want this child, although it was very sorry for it. The expert was a little helpless. She sighed and said, "This is our dereliction of duty. Mrs Handerson has already said that you don't want the child. However, there was an accident here. We can't contact the surrogate mother right now." "What?" Daisy suddenly jumped out of the chair. She couldn't accept the news for a moment. "What are you talking about? You're in full charge of this matter. Sean paid you money. Why did you make such a bi