Intra Abdomen Novels & Stories

Les larmes ne parviennent pas toujours à évacuer notre douleur, et Hélène l'apprend à ses dépens. À la suite de la disparition mystérieuse de son fiancé à quelques jours de leur mariage, la perte brutale de son bébé et sa rééducation après avoir reçu trois balles à l'abdomen, Hélène, ancienne avocate se donne pour objectifs d'oublier son passé et de se reconstruire dans les bras du beau et sulfureux Boris, jeune chirurgien chevronné d'Accra. Toutefois, elle se rendra très vite compte qu'il est difficile d'aimer quand on est sans cesse tiraillé par le poids de ses regrets, de ses hantises, de ses incertitudes mais surtout, de son passé.

At our anniversary party, the rose-covered arch suddenly gave way, crashing down in a storm of shattered glass and scattered petals. Raya and I were both knocked to the floor beneath the wreckage. I braced myself on my elbows, a sharp pain twisting deep in my abdomen, and looked up, straight into Asher’s icy stare. “Never thought your jealousy ran so deep. You actually tried to hurt Raya.” His voice was calm, but it sent a chill down my spine. “I didn’t touch her…” I muttered, panic rising as I hurriedly shoved the pregnancy test report beneath the pocket. But his eyes only grew colder. “Taking my indulgence as a license to do whatever you want?” His voice dropped, every word sharp as ice. “Elyssa, maybe it’s time I put you back in line. “Otherwise, you’ll never be worthy to stand by my side as this pack’s Luna.”

The air between them became hotter as she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from smiling so much. The closet was dark and stuffy, so small that their bodies were almost touching, her heart thumped like crazy. "D-Derek" She called out as he hummed in response, holding unto his sides for some unknown reason. "Will you be my boyfriend?" She blurted out, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see his reaction, he groaned, it almost broke her heart but when she looked down, she saw his shirt was now soaked. Blood trailing down his abdomen which made her gasp, slamming open the closet door. "Somebody call an ambulance!" She yelled as the guy she had just asked out dropped limp to the ground like a pack of soggy spaghetti. *A Nigerian themed novel* |16+

Prince Sari is the current Prince of Kabinihan. Just like the previous rulers of their land, he possesses alluring beauty, elegance and admirable intelligence that is very suited for a royalty like him. Not known to many, he is a "Chosen Vessel" and has the Mark of Kasarinlan on his lower abdomen – a flower-shaped tattoo that signifies that the offspring is the next vessel to carry Kasarinlan's child. He is a heretic, and some think making him the next King would soil the kingdom's sole purpose: that is to serve their mighty Deity Kasarinlan and make him satisfied always. If they are to nurture Prince Sari and present him to the deity, their peaceful reign might disappear in a blink of an eye. On his 18th birthday, a personal adviser is assigned to Prince Sari – his name is Ulan. Ulan is tasked to give guidance to the Prince before he faces Kasarinlan in person. Until then, the Prince must learn various things as part of his destiny. Will he be able to bring prosper to his beloved land and people... or will he be the key to their downfall?

I was the girl Ian Sutherland, the underworld boss himself, personally picked to be a shield for his beloved. By the third year of our marriage, I'd been kidnapped by his enemies for the eighth time. When Ian came with his men to rescue me, the negotiation hadn't even lasted five minutes before the girl called him. "Ian, I lost a dare and have to kiss one of the guys here. But I want my first kiss to be yours. Can you come get me?" … The moment Ian left without a second thought, a knife plunged into my abdomen, and blood gushed out. His men handled it the same way they had the last seven times—paying off whoever they had to, then sending me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I heard someone wondering if I'd live long enough to see the day that girl could stand on her own. They burst out laughing, while I was the only one crying. My mission to save the underworld boss had failed, and I was about to be erased by the system. Ian, I wouldn't live to see that day.

Under the Moon Goddess, I was once the happiest Luna of the Black Pack. Alpha Mike cherished me, cradled me in his palms, and bestowed upon me a name and glory. But on that day— I lay on the operating table as he slit open my abdomen himself, offering my liver to his white moonlight, Lina. My husband held Lina’s hand, whispering tenderly in her ear: "Don’t be afraid. Anna’s life is worthless—yours is the one that matters." As the anesthesia wore off, agony seared through me. The doctor gasped: "She’s in her differentiation phase! Forcing the surgery will cripple her for life!" Yet Mike didn’t even glance back, leaving with Lina in his arms: "Just an Omega. Saving you is her privilege." Later, I knelt before the witch Jery, trading all my memories for freedom. When Mike stormed into the shop, roaring at my amnesiac, bubble-blowing self— I shrank into the witch’s arms, trembling: "Sister… who is this madman?" His eyes burned crimson as he tore our contract to shreds.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered in his cool, baritone voice.My robe slid off my shoulders and I stood in front of him naked and ashamed.But when his wet lips worked their way down my neck, I found myself trembling in fear and desire.***I was 20 years old, a maid.I was given to the bloodthirsty Alpha, the cold and cruel demon that all had feared.Knowing my love for him was hopeless, I made a contract with him: he would take down my enemy in exchange for my life.On the day I got my revenge, I was ready to die, until I found out...***“Amber, do NOT run away from me again," he commanded as he took a step forward."Don't come any closer," I held a dagger up to my throat with one hand, and covered my abdomen with the other, my voice calm. “Or you will never meet your child.”Hybrid Alpha's Contract Bride is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My husband's true love had kidney cancer 30 years ago. He gave up his fortune so she could participate in a cryogenic freezing experiment. He even tricked me into signing an organ donation consent form. "You're contributing to the country's scientific research!" Today, technology is much more advanced. My husband decides to revive his true love and treat her cancer. He also asks me to have my kidney transplanted in her body. After I say no, my son frowns. "How can you be so selfish? It's just a kidney." My husband is furious. "You're already dying, but her life will restart once she's revived from the cryogenic freezing!" My family forces me into the operation theater. My husband's even the one who handles the surgery. What he doesn't know is that I've already donated a kidney for the sake of his career. He loses his mind once he slices my abdomen open.

On the sixth year of our marking anniversary, I travel a distance of 3000 miles just so I can tell my mate, Damon Shadow, that we're finally having a pup. But at the doorway of the Overseas Alliance HQ, I witness him doing something that he's never done for me in the past six years. Damon can be seen kneeling next to another she-wolf. He takes her mud-covered boots off for her while looking so reverent that one would think he was serving the Moon Goddess herself. Meanwhile, I just stand in the heavy downpour while clutching an ultrasound report and a pair of baby socks, which I have yet to finish knitting. Those things are instantly drenched in the rain. It's then that Damon turns to face me. The way he looks at me is as though he's glaring at a Rogue who has accidentally intruded the forbidden grounds. "Get lost, Selena." At that moment, my wolf howls loudly within my mind. Sharp pain tears through my abdomen at the same time.

Oscar Miller was Shirley Bishop's personal bodyguard, but when she got attacked on her birthday, he shielded her foster sister, Myra Bishop, with his own body. Shirley got cut three times—once across her face, once on her arm, and a third that stabbed her lower abdomen, leaving her unable to have children ever again. But even after all that, she still wanted to marry him. Later, Oscar did marry her—but he never touched her, not even once, all the way until his death. At his funeral, the insurance company showed up. "Mr. Miller purchased a large insurance policy before his death. The beneficiary is Ms. Myra Bishop." That was when Shirley realized that after all these years, Oscar had never gotten over Myra. Now, she had been reborn to when her father asked her to choose from four men she had grown up with to be her husband. This time, she decided to fulfill his wish and picked someone else.