Surrogate Novels & Stories

I shook my head and hefted my bag over my shoulder before heading for a taxi to the airport. I couldn’t understand why my sister insisted on making me make such a promise. I don’t even know who was selected to be the surrogate. It wasn’t my business, and in the long run, it wouldn’t matter. The surrogate wouldn’t remain around after the babies are born. Her job was only to provide the eggs and carry them. She won’t be their Mama or stay in their lives, so it’s not like I’d deal with this woman after the heirs have been born.

"They are setting the dining table so we will eat together but before then, I want to tell you something." I don't raise my head to stare at him or urge him to go on with what he wants to talk to me about. Although I am curious to know what it is and there are billions of questions popping up in my head. "Asking you to become my surrogate is not a death sentence. This is something a lot of girls will jump at. I didn't expect you to give me a reply so soon. I wanted you to think things through first." He stops but my head is still down.

"So...what's my reward...come on Vic I found you the perfect surrogate" Victor didn't know what to say or react to as he walked around his office arranging files delivered by his secretary. He needed to work before 1 AM, hence he ignored Justin's words when he took almost a month to find him a surrogate. They were running out of time and most of all he was getting impatient. Victor needed a surrogate desperately so and he was willing to do anything or pay any amount of money to a woman who would fit his ideal time part surrogate. He knew finding a woman with a clean

’ Mary asked. ‘Well since our lovely Eira wants to forever carry children for strangers, I found the perfect app for it.’ Eira scoffed giving them a pointed look. ‘What app?’ Fatima asked placing her chin on Bushra’s shoulder. ‘It’s called a Surrogate App, you just fill in your bio with your surrogacy history and they help you find a client. Sort of like a dating app, the only difference is that you wait for them to message you first inquiring about it. Then you set up a meeting, and well the rest goes from there.’ Bushra explained. And, so began the fascination for the app. She was able to create an account and fill in the most important details, and even add

His words hit me like a shockwave, and I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. My mind went blank as the word "surrogate" echoed in my thoughts. I didn’t fully grasp what it meant, though I had a vague idea. My father had hired people to teach me about pleasing men, so I had picked up bits and pieces, but the concept felt distant and unclear. “Your…surrogate?” I whispered, my voice barely audible as my stomach churned. “Duncan, I didn’t… I didn’t realize…” He sighed, his gaze narrowing. “That’s your fault, not mine. You should have understood what you were agreeing

(Ariel's POV) Time: Year 2200, five days until the next round of genetic testing. I glared at him with the corner of my eyes as I fumed with anger, and a gush of disgust ran down my body. Mark smiled and pulled up my chin, "What do you think about my proposal?" I gritted my teeth and tried to shake him away but his grip only tightened. "You're the perfect candidate to be my surrogate." I looked away, scoffing. "Let me go; otherwise I'll report you for cheating."

If she truly understood him, she would know this. “I want you to dismiss your surrogate,” she continued, rising to her full height, and threw me a look of disdain. “Now that I’m here to fulfill that role.” The word “surrogate” sliced through me like a silver blade. Hearing it made me feel like less than a person. Like I lost all my humanity and wasn’t a real person. Stripped of all dignity and worth...

Where is this thought coming from. I saw Agnes come close to Aurora teasing her. Ok I have had it , they are getting to attached to her. Even Aurora was very close to Damien and she related well with him but my own case is different. It is not like we do not relate well, I is just that I feel some kind of restraint between us.

Fiona said with a mix of laughter and tears. At that moment, Burl approached the door sorrowfully. “Sis, are you leaving too?” he asked. Still in school, Burl couldn’t accompany them. Five years prior, he was the first to learn Fiona was alive by implanting a virus in their shared email address, which activated the computer’s camera upon login. Four years ago, old Allmond didn’t survive the winter. Burl, gifted in IT, was accepted into a prestigious university in Country M and had founded a successful internet company with classmates.

I find it. "Clause Seventeen: Moral Conduct and Behavioral Standards. The Surrogate agrees to maintain appropriate professional boundaries with the Intended Parents throughout the term of this agreement. The Surrogate shall not engage in behavior deemed emotionally manipulative, overly familiar, or inappropriate as determined by the Intended Parents. Violation of this clause may result in adjustment or forfeiture of final compensation at the sole discretion of the Intended Parents." At the sole discretion of the Intended Parents. I read it three times. Four times. The words don't change.