Birth Fiction Novels & Stories

I placed the glass on the counter and I faced her. “Trust me, it’ll only hurt for about a few seconds and then it’ll go away and pleasure will take its place.” I hope she’s right. We went back to the living room where Primo and Niccolo were talking. I sat next to Primo and Marina sat next to Niccolo. We were having a conversation about the events happening in California when Niccolo suddenly told me something really unexpected. “We want to tell you something Luna.” I looked at Primo and he was looking curiously at them. “What is it?” I grabbed Primo’s glass and took a sip of wine. “Marina and I were planning on having a baby soon.” I suddenly choked on the wine when I heard what Niccolo said

"Thank you, Madeleine." "You're welcome," Madeleine smiled. Layne, who was sitting beside her, asked, "Why is Layne's birthday a day of suffering for Mom? Shouldn't Mom's giving birth to Layne be a happy day?" Madeleine rubbed the soft hair of the little one and said, "Because when mommy gives birth to a baby, she has to go through ten levels of pain, very painful." Layne blinked his big eyes, full of curiosity, and asked, "How painful must it have been?"

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

What have I done! - It is not your fault. “I could have prevented such an outcome if I had stayed in London. - Please don't beat yourself up. - Her eyes are red, her sister tasted human blood. - We'll help her. - She's wild. We never changed vampires. Is it possible? “They really are live-bearers. - the thought began to visit that peace between us and the hunters is really impossible. - It's none of their business. She is the same age as during the ball. A vampire can be wild only in one case, if this is done intentionally from the very moment of conversion.

In my previous life, after Samuel learned that Felicia was marrying me, he couldn't accept it and poisoned himself one month later to end his life. Felicia failed to find a matching blood donor for him to cure the poison and could do nothing but watch as he died. That was the incident that fully pushed her dislike into hatred, and even till her dying breath, she absolutely hated me. This time around, however, I wasn't marrying Felicia, so why had Samuel attempted to end his life again?

"I can't say it's impossible—medicine can surprise us. But realistically, Mrs. Blackwell... you may not be able to have children. I'm truly sorry." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Four babies lost. And possibly no chance of ever having another. All because of her own actions. Her own choices. Her own cruelty. The weight of it was crushing. In her first life, this news had barely registered. She'd been too focused on her divorce, on running to Damien, on her imagined freedom. She'd even thought it was convenient—no risk of "accidents" tying her down, no complications in her plan to start fresh with her lover.

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. He held another woman in his arms fondly and mocked my devoted acts of love over the past year. That was when I realized everything had been a prank he orchestrated to "have some fun", as he said it. I called my father, Frank Klein. He sounded perplexed as he said, "Bebe, didn't you cry your eyes out at his funeral just this morning? You even swore to remain a widow for him for life. Why are you cutting ties so thoroughly all of a sudden?

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

Patricia Dawson—CEO of Dawson Industries was dead. Rosie had betrayed me. My parents had turned their backs on me. My husband failed me. And now… I was in someone else’s body. Her name was Patricia Allen. She was the alcoholic single mother of Anna, Billy, and little Gracie. Her husband had been a factory worker, killed in a freak accident just three months ago. The insurance payout was only a hundred thousand dollars which was barely enough to survive, but instead of using it to care for her children, she’d been on her way to give it to her lover. A married neighbor he’d been having an affair with.

One of them was titled Prenatal Biology and Mutation Risk. “So you replaced my surgical books with baby books?” I teased. “Consider it your new specialty for now.” I laughed softly. The sound felt strange to my ears, but comforting. That night, I read a few pages about how new life begins from a single cell, how a baby’s heartbeat forms even before the mother fully realizes it. As I read, my hand instinctively touched my abdomen. It was still flat, but warm. Maybe Liam was right. Maybe this time, I really needed to stop running not because I was giving up, but because someone inside me was just learning how to begin their journey.