Forced Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

"The baby is healthy, and the report makes it clear that this baby carries the Buckner family's blood! So why on earth would you rather believe a parrot's nonsense and force me to get rid of my own baby over and over again?" This was my third pregnancy. The first time, I was only five weeks along when they heard the parrot say, "Get rid of the baby." They then dragged me straight to the hospital for an abortion, without a single word of explanation. The second time, I was a month along. They listened to that parrot again and forced me to get an abortion that very same day. Even then, they didn't bother explaining anything. I resisted both times. During the second time, I even showed them the

Keeping up with the lies was a lot of stress, but in between crying myself to sleep, pretending to be okay and suicidal thoughts, I'd managed to stay on track. Adrian visited once in a while as he was busy applying to colleges and hoping to bag a scholarship. I sensed that he was having trouble at home, maybe a family issues. But he denied it and refused to say anything else. He came over twice a week-first texting me to ask what I was craving, then bringing it with him. We'd talk for hours, maybe play a few games. And as usual he'd make me laugh so hard I thought the baby would pop out. Once he had asked me how I would explain the pregnancy to Nana. The more I thought about it the more I de

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

Anthony established several rules, including not going anywhere, according to him there was still danger for having killed the council, there were others spread around the world who could retaliate for his actions that were not transferred to those linked to the Clan. My belly was bigger, eight months and three weeks pregnant, the volume made it difficult for Anthony to hold me by the waist to help with the movements, as at this moment when we were on the verge of cumming together, his only choice was to squeeze and pull the bedspread. “Son, it’s time to be born, I need to fuck your mother properly.” He murmurs next to my belly. We already come, we were sweaty, and panting, but I still didn'

I said aloud, the words giving me a small surge of strength. "They don't get to decide for you." I remembered the countless arguments, the tears, the shouting matches that had become a regular feature of my life since I announced my pregnancy. My parents had made it clear they thought I was making a mistake, that I was ruining my life. But they didn't see what I saw. They didn't feel what I felt. This baby was my chance to break free from them, to start a new chapter, one that I could write on my own terms.

I frowned as we got into bed a little later and he burst out laughing. “Yeah. I was actually wondering when you would hear about it.” His smile quickly turned to a frown. “It’s just someone who made up a silly story to try and explain why Emily couldn’t keep her pups. I don’t want you to worry about it. The doctor said that it sometimes happens with first pregnancies. I’m sure it won’t happen again.” His hand rested on my belly and I breathed in deeply before nodding.

Sensing trouble, Camilla tried to flee, but I grabbed her firmly. "I warned you last time, yet you dared to come back. I won't let you off this time!" She immediately panicked, and the nearby elderly women quickly stepped in, holding her down and surrounding her. Camilla grew visibly frightened while Lisa was rushed to the hospital. At seven months pregnant, Lisa delivered prematurely. Her baby was sent to the incubator, but she could not afford the expenses. The apartment she lived in was only a rental, and her plan to leverage the situation for internet fame had utterly backfired. My decisive evidence and videos shattered their schemes.

Elena cursed her own stubbornness on that day. "Why... why was I so arrogant that day and refused to take the pill Liam gave me?" Elena uttered with profound regret, her voice thick and raspy. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath. "I was too busy defending my pride and defying his command, utterly dismissing this wretched possibility! Look at what you have done to yourself, Elena!" Instead of being enveloped in the joy of impending motherhood, Elena was gripped by an intense terror. She knew Liam's character all too well. She feared that if her husband discovered this pregnancy, he would force her to terminate it.

Tsk! Brooo! I have something to tell you.our crazy boss! He crawl at me after we drink . I seem like pregnant bro. and it seems like I am going to have a kid ahead of you. What now bro? you will arrive seeing me with a kid. And if ever you read this email, don’t go home yet, finish whatever your mission there is. So you can graduate soon. I believe in your intelligence and perseverance bro. but I already have a baby, Jeoff and I don’t know what to do. Oh only me, because Jeoff doesn’t want to fuse our feelings. Well, he has lots of things to do. He told me that our fake wedding will be true. Because of the baby. It is too early to think but I am fertile when Jeoff did it bro. Don’t sue Jeo

She obeyed and immediately wrapped her legs around me. A part of me wants to believe the pregnancy saga, she is the only one I could point out as the faceless pregnant girl. But it can't be. Her mother told me she had a miscarriage, I was ready to take responsibilities despite the fact it was against my father's wish. He believed the baby couldn't be mine, even though I tried to make him believe I was the father of the child. He was only bent on getting me engaged to Taylor for his own gain. Only my dad and Mary's mum knows about the possibility of me being responsible for the baby who is already gone now.