Forced Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"I was in a slump abroad at that time, and I was fighting a bunch of children and some homeless people every day for food. As I kept fighting, my belly also gradually got bigger. To be honest, even I, myself, could not guarantee that I could still give birth to my children. Where was I supposed to go and deliver my children? I could not guarantee all that. I was simply thinking at that time, it would be also good for me to die together with my children and have my children keep me accompanied in my belly for just one more day. Perhaps God had seen that I've suffered so much. Perhaps God saw that my belly was truly too big. Suddenly, one day, I was taken home by a couple. That was a couple wh

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

She clapped once, brightly. I resisted the urge to flinch. “Let’s start with introductions,” she continued. “Names, how far along you are, and a little bit about your journey to parenthood.” I stiffened. Calloway felt it immediately. His thumb paused. “It’s just talking,” he murmured under his breath. “I know. I just didn’t realize we’d be… talking.” Couples went one by one. High school sweethearts. Surprise pregnancies. IVF success stories told with tears and laughter. One woman talked about trying for seven years before it finally worked. Her partner kissed her temple like she was made of glass.

Instead, I looked up and swept my gaze across the crowd that had gathered around. “Let me ask everyone here a question.” My tone was calm, as if I were telling someone else’s story. “What if a woman pretended to be drunk, crawled into your husband’s bed, and drugged him to get herself pregnant? For four years, she kept stirring up trouble between you and your husband. “She even drops by your house and brings up your traumatic past to humiliate you. In the end, your husband misunderstood you because of her. You take a beating and suffer a miscarriage. After that, you lose the ability to ever have children again.

I even ran into some bad people, but luckily I remembered your number. The room filled with Renee's exaggerated, pitiful cries. Frustrated, Brady shouted, "Mom, can you stop? Eloise had a miscarriage! You killed my unborn children!" For a brief moment, the room went silent, and Renee's cries grew even louder. "It wasn't on purpose! I didn't know she was so weak that a little push would make her lose the babies! "It's no big deal. When my ten babies are born, I'll give you two to raise."

Fuck, I took her without a condom. I recalled her words from the restaurant. She said she couldn’t have children, but women tended to lie. Look at my ex, she lied that the baby was mine. It went the other way around too. Switching on the laptop, I did a quick check of her file. It included medical history too, except when I first read it, I was more focused on her injuries. My eyes skimmed over the information and I found my confirmation. A weakened cervix. It made the risk of miscarriages higher. Chances of a successful pregnancy - one in a billion.

, He replies while patting his back and trying to calm him down. "But I want to narrate a story to you", Abhay adds. "Which story?", He exclaimed while breaking the hug. "A real story. Like you and Niyati, a couple had a love wedding. Everything was going great. They both kept each other very happy and loved each other very much. One day, The wife becomes pregnant after 6 months of her wedding, listening to which there is no place for the happiness of the husband. One day suddenly a great sadness comes in their happy life when they come to know that there are complications in the pregnancy of the wife. Doctors recommend abortion. The husband agrees to it but the wife doesn't agree. She is re

- hi Kris sleeping beauty, well what happened to you was as follows you were 12 weeks pregnant and you owe an instant abortion because you were pregnant with three babies, it happened because you have the same blood type, and your body rejects another individual that can be generated within this that says that your body kills your babies as a defense, at this time we all remain silent, - this is rare to happen in every 1000 women in the world 100 has this problem and every 100 one has, and you one of them- look doctor I already have this drug of the disease, now it's emotional, this means that I will not be able to have children with my fiance, - yes, if you do a treatment if you want to get

Then he spoke again. “You found out you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have my baby. So you decided to fake those hickeys, right?” he said with a smirk. “You wanted me to see them. You wanted me to get angry and hurt you, so you’d lose the baby. That was your plan, wasn’t it?” I blinked, confused. What kind of insane story was that? But as his grip tightened slightly, I realized, it didn’t matter what was true. What mattered was that he believed his own version.