Painful Birth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Not yet, Mom. It's been an hour since they went in." Inside the delivery room, Valerie screamed in pain. Her cries couldn't be heard outside the door. Only her husband by her side knew. "Darling, I'm getting exhausted. I can't do this anymore." Listening to his wife's painful cries, Kieran held Valerie's hand and pressed it against his face. He wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Be brave. Just hold on a little longer. Once he's born, we won't have any more children." Valerie cried in pain, "Will you write my thesis for me if I don't give birth anymore?"

Zavier immediately sank her lips into the hollow of Nayla's neck and sipped hard, her hands began fingering wildly, making Nayla feel in pain because she had just given birth and her breasts were filled with milk without being able to get it out let alone give it to the baby she had never seen at all. “S-pain,” Nayla moaned in a stifled voice, ”Zav, I just gave birth. This hurts!” Hearing that, Zavier came to his senses and released Nayla. Zavier caught his ragged breath and pulled up his pillow.

I heard Vivian shout, though her voice sounded far away, as if from another world. “I didn’t do anything,” Alphonce’s voice murmured, but I couldn’t see clearly. The pain was overwhelming, just like the day I gave birth to Nathaniel and Katherine. It was the kind of pain that makes you wish you could leave your body, but your body refuses to let go.

The more Sean spoke, the more convinced he became that he was right. He was so deep in his own logic that he even started to feel moved by his story. “Eve, do you remember that childbirth documentary we watched together when we first got married?” he said earnestly. “Those scenes were brutal. They were bloody and terrifying. That’s what giving birth is really like. So many women lie in delivery rooms, screaming in agony, half-dead from the pain. Just watching it made my heart ache. How could I ever bear to let you suffer like that?”

She stroked my cheeks, wiping away the sweat with her cold fingers, her affection coming like a balm for the unbearable pain throbbing between my legs and tearing through my belly. “Don’t worry about Colen,” she said in a low voice, almost whispering, looking into my eyes. “He’s just freaking out seeing you like this. He’s always hated births... And yes, he’s also afraid of the Supreme Alpha. We all are, in a way.” I gasped loudly, my body contracting, sweat dripping down my forehead and back. My chest rose and fell heavily, and the tears returned, hot, mixed with the pain and accumulated exhaustion.

with respect were now spewing filth. "That face, one minute she's grimacing, the next her eyes are rolling back. And she's so red... hard to believe she's giving birth, haha." "Sofia knows how to have fun, always finds a good time for the boys." "That screaming... got me hard..." I closed my eyes. A wave of nausea washed over me, and the pain from my wound was so intense I could barely breathe. "Carter, explain." I didn't look at Sofia. My eyes were locked on my husband.

I was a shifter dammit! Of course, my body would accommodate the birth of my son, but I was in so much pain that my brain seemed to short out and I couldn’t think straight. I understood why some women only had one child because this was just the worst pain I had ever gone through. Pushing and screaming and sweating like a pig! It wasn’t beautiful! It was the most horrifying moment of my entire life!

His encouragement, meant to be soothing, only stokes the flames of my frustration. “Breathe?” I snap, glaring at him through the haze of pain. “I am breathing, Niklaus. This is your fault, you did this to me!” His eyes widen—a deer caught in headlights—and for a fleeting second, I relish the sight of him rendered speechless by my wrath. But then another contraction hits, and I can’t focus on anything but the pain. Pain sears through me like wildfire, every contraction a fierce wave trying to pull me under. I grip the sides of the birthing bed, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

I doubled over in pain, gripping onto the edge of the hospital bed Alpha Matthew rushed over to me, concern etched on his face. “Lauryn, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “No, Alpha. Something’s wrong. It hurts so much.” He gently lifted me into his arms and tried to calm me down. “I’ll call the doctor right now. Hang in there, love. We’ll be there soon.” The waiting time was excruciating. The pain was unbearable, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Alpha Matthew soon arrived with some of the doctors who had helped me give birth. The doctors worked quickly to assess my condition, but their faces soon turned grave.

Nico wiped off the sweat on my head and said with conviction, "Liana, let's give it a shot. We've seen a movie, right? Come, imagine the movie. Take a deep breath and exert force. Yes, my girl, excellent. Take a deep breath and exert force downwards." "You're doing great. Come on, girl." As I screamed, Nico gently encouraged me. "Ah!" It was as if I had been torn apart. The pain almost made me faint. The pain tortured me until I almost ran out of my strength. I suddenly felt something squeeze its way out of my center. Amidst Nico's cheers, there was another tearing pain. After an instant of emptiness, I heard a baby crying. Time seemed to have been frozen. I forgot all the pain. Nico cheered