Embryo Adoption Horror Stories Novels & Stories

One day, Ember heard a baby's piercing cry outside the door while she was treating a patient at work. She paused in her actions and whispered something to the patient. Ember slowly stood up and walked out the door, only to see a baby girl abandoned beside the office with a note next to her. The words on the note were heartbreaking: [Dr. Ember, I know you are very kind, but I really don't have the ability to raise my child. I have no choice but to hope that you can raise her well.] The swaddled baby girl was bawling sadly, as if she knew she had been abandoned.

He answered her, his orbs filled with pain while he tried to take his mind away from the problem that we were looking at. “Yeah, there was a rumor about an occult club that deals with kidnapping babies, and I heard they drain the blood out of the babies to celebrate their victory or initiation, I don’t know how true that was, but trust me, that was the talk of the town for weeks before it finally died down.” She started, irritation ran through my blood while my face mirrored what is was feeling, PURE DISGUST.

Adams a few times, and receiving treatment like this as a married woman feels very uncomfortable. Damn, I still appreciate Deryl as my husband after what he did to me. "You don't like my way, ma'am?" Dr. Adams asked. "I'm sorry, but I have to say yes." Dr. Adams fell silent, making me feel guilty. "Your husband will marry your adopted daughter; I know that, and it hurts. You don't want to use me to escape from here?" Dr. Adams asked sincerely. I know his intentions are good, but my ego and emotions do not allow anyone to get involved in my personal issues. To meet him as a psychologist, I have to think about it over and over again.

She pulled the bundle, my son, free from my arms. The emptiness was instant and total. I gasped, my arms convulsing around nothing. As the nurse hurried out, my son’s cries fading down the hallway. My step mom leaned in. Her lips were in my ear, her whisper meant only for me. “You should be grateful we let you carry on with your little fantasy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with a poison sweetness. “Stress is so bad for the womb. We couldn’t risk a complication.” She paused, letting the horror settle deep into my bones. “And really, dear… you must have suspected. The embryo wasn’t yours. It was Vincent and Clarissa’s genetic material. A perfect match. You were just th

knows his secret, the more her plans will fail. So it's better that only she and her mom, Mari, know that she is adopted. "Hey! We're so quiet there. Are you thinking about me?" It's a joke after drinking coffee. "Hey! You're really thick in that part. You should drink your coffee, so you're nervous even now about what you're saying there." Maria laughed and answered this while drinking the mocha latte coffee she ordered. "Just kidding, you might report me to Auntie Mari again. I'll be scolded again, not for sure," she said. "Hey! I didn't report it, no. The last time she asked me about the meeting, it didn't mean I reported it." "Guilty right away. I didn't say that you reported it. You wi

But I decided tonight we would sleep in her room. I drew the covers back, laid Emberly down, went to my closet to pull on a pair of boxer briefs, and took my shirt off. I walked back to her room and crawled in behind Emberly. I pulled her up into me as close as I could get her and breathed in her scent until I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. ***One Week Later*** "I am happy to know that you two are considering adoption. There are so many married couples out there who can't conceive. We can help you contact someone who can help you with the adoption process,"

Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss. She was pregnant. A violent shock slammed through me, like lightning tearing straight down my spine. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the couch. The bottle slipped from my hand, whiskey spilling all over the floor. “No… no, this can’t be real…” I dug my fingers into my hair, my voice breaking like a wounded animal. “She’s carrying Hebert’s kid… she’s actually pregnant with that bastard’s child! Why would you show me this? Are you trying to finish me off?!”

I spun around and caught the exact moment my husband Derek locked eyes with her. My stomach lurched. I pressed my hand to my chest. "No," I said, shaking my head. "That's impossible. Ethan misspoke. Derek told me our son was gone, so we adopted." Rachel let out a cold laugh and handed me two documents. One was a photo of Derek at the grocery store, holding the son who had supposedly disappeared. The other was a paternity test confirming Derek and Ethan as a match. The blood drained from my face. Derek stood there with a smirk, silently mouthing: You stupid little fool.

"I got pregnant, and he was terrified. He kept pressuring me to get rid of the baby. When I refused, he pushed me down a flight of stairs..." She placed a hand on her now-flat stomach. Hatred blazed in her eyes. "I killed him for revenge. And while I was at it, I helped you get rid of a worthless piece of trash." The floating comments exploded. [I knew it! I knew Herman was cheating!] [That plot twist just gave me chills!] The baby sniffled miserably. [Mommy, I'm sorry. I didn't know...] I gently stroked my stomach, trying to comfort the baby.

Kris was surprised, "Caroline, you were pregnant? You never told me. Caroline, I loved you. We would have been a lovely family? What happened to the pregnancy? Wait, don't tell me you aborted it. Someone called and said that I am the lover and you believed her without confronting me, you know that I truly loved you and I can swear with my life that I never cheated on you while we were together." Caroline started crying, " Kris, I was a bad mother. I am not worthy to be called a mother. I did not abort the pregnancy. When my life was threatened. I was scared. I stopped working. I was taking care of myself with the money I saved which was not enough. I delivered a baby girl. A very beautifu