Grávida Fugitiva Novels & Stories

He froze. She continued. “You gave me the morning-after pill, Cedric. You tossed a black card at me like I was nothing. That day, I vowed I wouldn’t beg you to accept a child you never wanted.” Cedric’s breath hitched. The wine glass trembled in his grip. “You think I didn’t suffer?” she said, voice shaking. “Every kick, every contraction, I was alone. I changed my identity. I started over because it was the only way I could survive.”

It meant she was going rogue, but she couldn't care less, as anything was better than waiting for your death painfully. A gunshot rang out behind her and she could only gasp as a silver bullet embedded itself into a tree trunk right next to her as she sped past it. Her feet were bleeding from stepping on thorns and her vision was blurring. Finally, she ran past a line of trees and felt the lines that bound her to the pack cut loose. She was free. Not stopping to breathe, she continued her excruciating journey that was now no more than stumbling and staggering in any direction that wasn't backwards until she felt warmth under her feet. Looking down, she saw she was on granite, no longer dirt

I was beginning to wonder if the cultist's claim had been nothing but a lie meant to torment us when Mira— my best friend—burst into my study one evening. "I found something," she said breathlessly, spreading a stack of old records across my desk. "I have been going through immigration records from the war period. A noblewoman from Moonstone—Lady Evara Greystone—she fled to Shadowfang during the height of Kael's corruption. She was pregnant when she crossed the border." My heart began to race. "When did she give birth?"

He looks me straight in the eyes and deadpans; “The abortion which was carried out to flush out the pregnancy was done carelessly and so was unsuccessful. As of right now, Miss Fernandez is still very much pregnant and if monitored closely, she might even carry this pregnancy to term.”

Her appetite seemed to have disappeared the moment her father betrayed and sold her, and her mate was no other than her sole tormentor. Lowering her hands, she circled her stomach and a smile escaped her lips. "This baby of mine." She muttered allowing the smile on her lips to break into a humongous laugh. Her baby, the only reason she still had faith, still lived, the reason she wanted to escape from this cruel house. She swallowed hard. "Don't worry baby, I'll escape," she paused, sucking in a deep breath and using her left hand to pat the dress on her stomach area.

Their vehicle careened uncontrollably downhill, threatening to crash into a reservoir, which would leave them only one way out – death. In desperation, Judy didn't want any regrets. She looked at Lewis, yelling as if it was her last testament, no longer caring for consequences, "Lewis, I'm pregnant with your baby."

She stated to me, "You believe that everything has been fixed and that you can now live a happy life. That is incorrect. You must suffer once again. It'll be as difficult as ever this time." Mr Martinez grabbed my hand and dragged me away from that lady. "You can never escape fate, Isabella!" exclaimed the lady. When she uttered my name, I came to a halt. I inquired of Mr. Martinez, "How did she know what my name was? Please respond." "She must have heard me calling you. Don't trust her. Let's get out of here." I leaned against the window, thinking about what the lady had said to me. Will I suffer as she predicted? What am I going to endure?

"Do you know why you are here?" "Because my husband is afraid of me," I say. Her pen pauses. She writes something. I cannot see what. "Your husband is concerned," she says. "You escaped custody. Fled with a known war criminal. Abandoned your son. These are not the actions of a stable woman." "I escaped a burning house. I fled with an ally. I reclaimed my son from kidnappers." I keep my voice flat. Controlled. "These are the actions of a survivor." She writes more. The sound scratches in the quiet.

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.

"Talia, do you really want me to call the police?" "Then call them. You can call them right now." Talia looked as if all her strength had been drained from her. Her eyes were hollow. "My mother is dead. The Isaacson family is finished. She couldn't take it and jumped from a building. "I know you hate me, Gavin. You hate me for aborting those seventeen children. But I've been punished too. "I can never have children again. My uterus has been removed. The child I finally gave birth to has congenital heart disease. The doctor said that without a suitable heart donor, he could die at any time."