Forced Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

"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.”

My mother knew before I ever told Sebastian I was carrying his child, someone had already handed her a reason to let him go. I didn’t sleep that night. I just lay there on my back in the dark, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth settle over me. No fighting it, no trying to organize it into neat little boxes, just letting it land. My mother, a forged document, a man who had decided how everyone else’s story would end before they even realized they were part of the game.

I watched our two babies in their cribs and Lucas busy preparing formula nearby, and smiled as I closed my eyes. After all these years, my life had finally reached the shores of happiness. I was beginning a new chapter. — My name is Annie. I had a boyfriend in college, but unfortunately, he had to return home for an arranged marriage after graduation. The day before their wedding, I got Jack drunk and spent an exciting night with him. That night, I used every trick I knew to make him happy, and sure enough, the next day he couldn't bear to leave me. So I encouraged him to take me abroad with him.

But there is one secret that Brian never told anyone. During Clara's second pregnancy, she gave birth to a weak boy, the child didn't even cry when he was just born, Brian saw for himself how panicked the doctor was at the time, while Clara was very weak and fainted from the pain of taking out the baby, which was quite large. . As the world was not on their side, the baby boy could not be saved.

" Zivanna smiled. Alfredo knew, that smile was a forced smile. I will take care of you. Shall I read you a story? " Alfredo stroked Zivanna's hair. "About the ugly prince again? I'm bored." Zivanna made a scowl. "Not anymore. It's a story about a brave girl." Alfredo answered with a smile. "Very well. Tell me." Zivanna smiled. "But promise me you have to sleep." "Ok. You also have to promise me one thing." Zivanna stared deeply at Alfredo's face. "Tell me." Alfredo was curious. "I want a new reading. Look, I've read all of it." Zivanna pointed to several books neatly arranged on the table. "I promise. I'll buy you tomorrow. Now listen to my story and try to sleep." Alfredo smiled. "There was

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.