Romans & histoires Embryo Adoption Horror Stories

She promised Amira that she would contact one of their wild circles of friends who was also a midwife in one hospital in Delhi. After Adhira reached out to the midwife and friend, the midwife agreed to the plan of handing any child whose mother doesn’t want it to Amira. According to the midwife, there were lots of cases like that in the hospital. Some would even abandon the child in the hospital after birth and run away. She mentioned the name of the orphanage where the hospital kept such children. She hinted that child adoption from that orphanage was difficult to come by because of the stress involved, but she can help Amira with a child for just a token if she was that desperate. Amira ag

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son, Evan Shaw. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.”

Luna had already passed out, a pool of blood spreading beneath her, shocking to look at. They called the hospital, and once the medical staff came to take her away, they left the place. … "Hey, did you hear? There’s a woman in the maternity ward who miscarried after fooling around with a bunch of guys. They said she was brought in nude." "I heard too. She was picked up from an abandoned factory, barely two months pregnant, and it wasn’t just one guy. She’d arranged for several to join in." "No way, people are really that wild now? That’s insane! Pregnant and still out there messing around like that. Doesn’t she worry about catching something?"

"There are countless things in this world that science can’t explain. Just the other day, there was a news story about a woman who didn’t even know she was pregnant. “She kept having her period every month, then suddenly had massive bleeding, went to the hospital, and gave birth right there—sounds absurd, but it’s real." Adora had heard of that case too and could only marvel at how strange the world could be. Louis poured her a glass of water and continued, "Ruby probably still doesn’t even know who the father is. “That child is a symbol of her shame and scandal. How could she possibly feel any affection for it? Maybe that’s exactly why it’s clinging so stubbornly to life." Adora nodded. "Ma

With that, her friends grabbed my hands and ruthlessly pried them away from my exposed stomach. A surge of fear rushed through me. I was worried that they were going to hurt my baby. I begged her, “No, not my baby!” Amora flashed a sinister smile. “You are a nasty seductress and that makes the baby inside you a bad seed, too! Purging the baby is my contribution to society!” She raised her foot before stomping down as hard as she could on my stomach. “Ah—” I screamed like I had never screamed before. It seemed like it was not enough for her. She jabbed repeated kicks at my stomach, with each kick harder than the last.

There were three dazzling, smooth, crimson eggs lying silently on the bedding. Martina stepped back two paces, pressing her back against the wall as her chest heaved violently. "The whole Terella knows Don Fontana is waiting for an heir. But you've given birth to three monsters. To bring such things into the world in a place like this… Alessia Romano, do you know the consequences you will face?" My throat tightened, rendering me unable to speak. "No, impossible. This can't be real," I muttered under my breath. I pinched my arm hard—it hurt terribly. I wasn't dreaming.

“Your mom and I were married for eight years, then. She had four miscarriages. We almost met most of the doctors in the city. They told that your mom’s womb was not in perfect shape to hold the implanted embryo. We felt things closing upon us. While most of the relatives and friends worried that there was no heir for my flourishing business and swanky life, we agonized over missing the eternal bliss of bearing a child, both in womb and heart. After spending days of discussion, we decided to adopt a child. Your mother was insisting that that baby should be only a few days old. We contacted several orphanages and voluntary organizations and finally found a week-old baby. We did not ask for gen

I say, more of a statement than a question. “Yes,” she confirms. “The pastor made up a story about a young girl in another town who needed to give her baby up for adoption. I’d wanted a child, but my husband had died when we were young, and I hadn’t been lucky enough to have conceived his child before the accident that took him.” Tears moisten her eyes. “So, it was a logical thing for me to take Emma as my own,” she added. “And she’s a hybrid?” I ask. Marilyn nods. “Yes,” she says. “Let me explain.”

I whispered, the word feeling like a jagged stone in my throat, even though I already seemed to have an idea of what it was. "It wasn’t just random activity, Miss Walters. They separated two souls from each other" the Mother Superior corrected. “ The clinic plotted to implant an embryo from another woman’s cycle into her. They told you the IVF failed right? Exactly my point. They had stolen your child.” I felt the air thin in the room. Dante moved closer, his hand hovering near my shoulder, though he didn't touch me. He was as still as a predator.