Forced Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

He explained. “Passed out?” Adriana repeated, her face twisted in confusion. “But I don’t faint easily. Something must have—” “You’re pregnant, Adriana.” Eros cut her off, his words hanging in the air like an uninvited guest. “The cold was too much for your body. The doctor ran a couple of tests and confirmed it,” he emphasised. Adriana didn’t say anything. Instead, her hand instinctively drifted to her lower abdomen, as her thoughts spiraled in disarray.

And she was requesting me of something easy. Marriage. A child. A future which she may not live to see. “Mother….” She cut me off. “It’s fine. I am no one after all. You can live your life how you want. I’ll soon be removed from it anyways.” Her words hit deeper than they should. This was blackmailing emotionally. And she knew it. I let out a long breath. "You're not being fair." “I carried you in my womb for nine months,” she said. “I brought you up single-handedly after your father passed away. Is this too much to ask?"

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 slowly got up beside her and pick my phone, I call the doctor and explain what was happening to her and he said it’s because her pregnancy is still in the early stage. I asked him to prescribe some drugs for her which he did. I asked one of my maid to help me get the medications while I went to my office. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing because of how she has been feeling since we came in then I think back to she saying she was sold by her stepson and her fiancée. “ How can people be this cruel? A woman carrying his baby? I said. Then I imagine what it is to be a first time father even though I have always been scared of being a father , I use to say I will never father a child

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.

Hayes said. Stefan frowned. “A wanepup? That is an old wives’ tale, Hayes.” My heart rate spiked as I remembered what Muna said earlier. I also thought about the same thing last night when the cramps kept coming at me. “It is not a tale. It is documented in our oldest medical books. It happens when an unborn pup inherits too much ancestral power too soon. The wolf side takes over in the womb and forces the body to grow at a reckless speed.”

During lunch in the cafeteria, my pregnant coworker Bethany Niles reaches right over and snatches the chicken drumstick off my plate. She gnaws it down to the bone before casually announcing, "I'm six months pregnant. I need all the nutrition I can get right now. "Plus, I'm carrying a boy, and he's the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you have any idea how important this baby is?" I stare at her, completely lost. "And? It's not like it's my kid." She doesn't even acknowledge me. "I'm just letting you all know, from now on, you're all taking turns giving me your drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table all pretend to focus on their food, heads down, nobody daring to say a wo

"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."