Forced Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

It was not quite a smile — it was the expression of someone who has been waiting a specific amount of time for a specific question and is satisfied by its arrival. "First," she said, "you eat breakfast. You are eight weeks pregnant and you have had approximately nine hundred calories in the past thirty-six hours, which I know because I reviewed the kitchen logs." She was already moving to the refrigerator. "Then you and I are going to spend the morning building you a narrative. Not a counter-attack. Not a press release. A *story* — because stories are the only weapons that outlast money and lawyers." She paused, looking back at me over her shoulder. "And then, when you are ready, I am going

I’m 32 years old now and I’m living a shitty existence in downtown Portland, making equally shitty coffee and waiting tables. The coffee shop was the best I could do on short notice. Three years later, I’m still working there, because no one else would hire me. Not after the scandal. Not after the tabloid posts and the newspaper articles, painting me as the “the ungrateful slut wife, who made a sex tape with another man.”

Louis understood exactly what Adora was implying and explained, "They say that when a fetus senses the mother’s rejection or resentment, it becomes abnormally resilient, fighting to survive. Don’t know if it’s true." Adora was startled. "There’s really such a theory? Sounds a bit far-fetched." "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."

I ride on him till the convoy stopped in his compound. He didn’t let me get out of the car, his driver got out of the car and we continue our sex in the car KIMBERLY. I have been pleading and asking after my husband but non of them refuse to tell me. “ It’s not my fault that he became the father of my babies but Roland’s fault.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

"I didn't abort our child," I admitted softly, looking straight into his eyes. I shook my head a few times, trying to make him understand that whatever truth he knew was wrong. "My mom forced our baby out. She forced me to drink pills to stop my pregnancy by shoving those meds until I couldn't do anything else but to swallow. She and her aide tied my hands and limbs on my bed, making it easier for them to conduct a suction abortion on me. I could do nothing against them, Harris. Even if I beg, scream, and lose, I was never heard."

JOJO'S POV “The husband went to visit his estranged foster brother and his wife. He told them about his predicament and they decided to help out. They fertilized the wife's egg with the foster brother's semen and put the fetus in an incubator to grow. As the baby neared the time for hatching, The couple's sins started to catch up with them. So when the baby was delivered all happy and healthy, they dumped the baby on the door of the foster brother and his wife with a horrid little note that told them to take responsibility for the child.”

Beneath her spread a pool of blood that made my stomach turn. The umbilical cord wrapped around the baby's purple neck. The tiny life barely had any breath left. My heart clenched. In that instant, everything from my past life came rushing back. Her tearful accusations when she woke, Lynn's condemnation, the online mob, and the cold edge of a blade. Every image crashed over me, nearly stopping me in my tracks. I couldn't let this happen again. But this was a dying mother and a suffocating child. Then Serena seemed to regain a sliver of consciousness. "Save my baby. Please…"

He had this worried look on his face, or maybe I wasn't seeing right, because I still couldn't understand how I suddenly passed out and ended up in the hospital. "You haven't been eating well?" Damon asked the minute the doctor walked in with a small smile on her face. "I'm glad you're awake now." I blinked. "What's wrong with me, doctor?" "Malnutrition. And stress. You really need to take care of yourself so it doesn't affect the baby." My brain switched. I shared a look with Damon before turning back to the doctor. "Baby?" She bobbed her head. "Yes. You're pregnant, Miss Folwell."

“About how you deceived me? About how you’re engaged to another woman who’s the complete opposite of me?” I look at him, utterly heartbroken. It’s almost as if I can hear something inside me shattering into a million pieces. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the baby — I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. No. He can’t know. He mustn’t... what if he asks me to terminate the pregnancy? Or worse, what if he demands custody of the baby? No, that can’t happen... I can’t tell him. “You owe me no explanations. I’ll let your fiancée in now,” I say finally, turning away and leaving the room quickly before he can say another word. “Ms. Sidney? You can go in. Mr. Hart is ready for you.”