Grávida Fugitiva Novels & Stories

Mike burst into the room, out of breath. “Regina,” he said, “You need to come. Now.” We rushed to the living room, where Julia was standing by the TV, face white. She pointed at the screen. The news anchor’s voice was shaking: “In breaking news, a high-security hospital has reported the escape of Marcus Gray, the convicted murderer and suspected mastermind behind the Anderson estate attack. Surveillance footage shows him being assisted by a man identified as Gabriel Gray…” “…and a heavily pregnant woman presumed to be Regina Ellison.”

It was everything I had tried to escape all my life, and here she was, right in front of me, completely spitting on every single one of my efforts to escape the legacy I grew up in. "No! I tried, you have no idea how many times I tried to escape, but Alvarez has too many men. Every time I tried, he caught me. I tried to escape when I fell pregnant with you, but he found out and wanted to get rid of it, get rid of you, but the doctor said it was too late since my body stature allowed me to hide the bump easily, I had blamed it on my stomach problems, so I was allowed to have you. I loved every second of your pregnancy; it allowed me to not work the entire time, and as much as he hated it, he

Jerked to completion inside her post-birth haze, cum mixing with the mess. The city closed in, whispers of investigations, missing volunteers, odd complaints. But I couldn't stop. Last night, a tip... a young runaway, pregnant and desperate, squatting in an abandoned warehouse by the river. I found her there, alone, in labor's grip. "Help," she whispered, legs splayed on the cold floor. I approached, dick hardening. This one no cameras, no cash. Just raw need. Her pussy crowned already, untouched, primal. Take it all, the voice purred. Make her yours in the breaking.

she heaved a sigh now. "After he beat me up one night, and I had my third miscarriage, I decided to end it all. I fled. I was hopeless. I had nowhere to go. Stranded without a cent to my name. Then I met a woman, she brought me here. Little did I know Mother had women-agents out there luring in helpless women like me here." "Yin?" Sarah inquired, indicating it was her turn. Yin sat up, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. "Well, I'm a fugitive," she confessed with a look in her eyes that revealed her guilt, and also revealed that she wasn’t entirely sorry for what she had done.

And the abuse became even more repetitive as she knew that her rival, albeit impromptu, had been pregnant by her husband. From that moment, the slave did not have a single second of respite, between bullying by the servants, whipping by the knights, insults, and attacks, the pregnancy took place with difficulty and finally, in the stable where she had found refuge to flee her persecutors whom she gave birth to. A beautiful girl to whom she gave the name of Luxiana, in her native language, light because it was the only one she had in her miserable life.

I explained. She was silent for a long time, her arms still wrapped tightly around herself, her knuckles white. I could see the confusion in her eyes, the hesitation. She wasn’t sure anymore, but her pride was too strong to admit it. " Okay, but can you explain how the hell I have your pictures with me on the stage and at the party after the exhibition? You can even check with your office that you were there, I loved you, and I was feeling guilty that due to my bad health at that time, I could not give attention to you. You were upset with so much happening at that time, so I rushed to tell you the good news; I thought that it might bring good vibes into our lives, but... I had forgiven you

’ She says. ‘But the baby, I can't risk it.’ She replies. ‘I can shield the baby, just do it.’ She growls. ‘Are you sure?’ she asks, terrified. ‘I said I can, so yes.’ Zinna is very confident before she starts whispering in a foreign language. ‘aizsargāt to, kas nav dzimis, pasargāt to no nezināmā spēka’ I have no idea what she is saying but she seems to know what she is doing. Crescenda comes forward.

I whispered to my stomach between gasps, “Hold on, little one. Please hold on. Mama is getting you help.” The underground medical facility was only twenty minutes away through the back roads, a hidden bunker designed for emergencies like this. The driver sped through the snowy woods, the tires slipping on the slick paths. I lay in the back seat, breathing through the contractions, my hands pressed to my belly. The baby’s movements had slowed, and that terrified me more than anything. I had survived the river. I had survived the cabin fire. I could not lose this child now, not when we were so close to freedom.