Grávida Fugitiva Novels & Stories

Ethereal, timeless… and familiar. I studied the photo closely. She was unmistakably familiar. “After three years under Vitale’s control, she ran away. And she was… pregnant.” My head snapped toward him. “Pregnant?” “Yes. Vitale spent years trying to find her because she disappeared completely. She hid long enough to give birth without him ever knowing where. She was desperate—smart enough to cover every track. She even gave up her own child to someone she negotiated with. No records. No trail. Nothing.”

-Love always, Momma, Scarlett The tears fall freely down my face. This was the very last entry of the journal. I know that Luka was born February 21st. We celebrated his 17th birthday this year together. “Oh, what a fool!” I screamed out. I was sobbing now. For not only Scarlett and myself, but for the sweet baby that was growing inside of me. I know that as soon as this baby is born, Carlos will rip them away. Over my dead body he will get away with what he has done. This journal is not done yet, Ameila’s story will not end here. I pull out a pen and begin to write on the next empty page. In the unlikely chance I get out of here. This will help me nail that asshat to the wall. Or in the mo

Marc and his mother became worried, Chantel convoy being attacked is all over the news now being that she is an influential and a strong CEO that worth millions. Marc couldn't show face or go to the police station to ask them to help investigate the case because he knew the attack must have been from the underworld and not just that , he is a fugitive, he is still in the run, he knows if he tries to involve the police, he could be hanged to death. Malcom men did a cross border trafficking which means they traffic drug from The Gambia to Senegal but information had gotten to Mark's wife that Malcom men are beginning to grow popular in the underworld market in Senegal.

I stood in my cramped room at the Locanda Serenissima, my pulse racing as I zipped my backpack, its contents a lifeline—cash, a burner phone, a few clothes, and the antiemetics from yesterday’s pharmacy scare. My escape was planned: a boat to the Santa Lucia train station, then a midnight train to Paris, where I could vanish, rebuild a life for me and my unborn child, far from Marcus’s grasp. The stress of hiding in Cannaregio, the nausea of my secret pregnancy, and the terror of Marcus’s $10,000 reward had pushed me to breaking, but I was ready. Paris was my salvation, a city vast enough to erase Clara Rossi.

“I have already done it. I warned you, Valeria. I warned you that if you targeted Serena and did not vanish, I would destroy your standing, and I am ensuring it happens. The medical records I procured state you have a condition that puts the life of the pup at risk if you travel through the high altitudes. You are thirty-three weeks along, and your placenta is failing. You’ve been lying to Lucian about the conception. I suspect you punctured his defenses yourself, didn't you?” “Valeria? Why?” Evelyn asked, her eyes wide with horror. “You would risk the life of the pup to escape?” “I don’t even desire this whelp and now I am forced to birth it! I conceived to ensure he would tell Serena the t

I got out of my car and went to her holding her arm tightly. "Cassandra where is Vida?"I asked "Where is my wife?"I yelled "She left ,she left the country"She said and I let her go. "She's pregnant and she's in a critical condition,she may have miscarriage.Which country did she go to?"I asked "She told me not to tell you or else she will move to another country.She needs this.Let her go.Don't go after her"Cassandra said "I love her Cassandra.I love Vida .I regret everything I did.I need her to come back"I said

The road was on the open, dead grass, and it was quite hard to hide all the time, so she covered her face with the disgusting sheet, despite its horrendous odor. It took the entire night for Leila to walk the twelve mile journey to the guard’s hometown. No doubt it would have been a shorter trip, if not for Leila’s fugitive status and the fact that she was heavily pregnant. When the sun rose over the horizon, Leila could make out the top of a building. She was so overcome with joy, she couldn’t help but slowly break into a run. Finally she could rest,

If his guttural growl is something than this motherfucker is enjoying molesting someone's wife. He didn't even bothered looking at me or hearing my pleas, he was busy touching me and groping me. His hold on my ass tightened and he pulled it forward touching his hardness and rubbing himself on me. He was enjoying my weakness and vulnerability, one wrong decision and I am stuck here with I don't know who.. One wrong decision and you are doomed for life, there is no going back from this. Once you start wrong doings and committing sins, there is no coming back.

Her son, however, had run away from home a few days ago and she had assumed that he ran to his father's house. They didn't know how long they had been in the bus but it was long enough for the bus to become filled with people and the sun to come up completely. Tina was awake but she had been quiet the entire time. "I know he didn't like living with me," the woman, whose name was Vivian, said. "I am poor and can't afford to take him to school. His father is rich but he used me and threw me away like a dirty rag when he found out that I was pregnant."

I was pleased to see that she was free and unharmed, but I needed to know what had happened to the fugitives. “I don’t fully know,” Amelia said. “I jumped and Damien caught me. We chased after you, and found you in the road with a knife in your chest.” She lowered her head a little, like she didn’t want to tell me the rest. With a breath, she continued, “The fugitives all escaped across the border. Apparently, they tore straight through the roadblock and made it to rogue lands.” The news sat like a heavy weight on my chest. Whatever the fugitives had been planning before, it was clear that now, they were depending on the rogues for assistance. That likely meant that my worst fears were being