Surrogate Stories Novels & Stories

She had heard about Surrogacy agencies before, after all, she worked in a hospital but this was different. “Executive surrogate?”. Her eyes quickly scanned the short flyer. They were offering a whooping 1 million dollars to surrogates. “How!?” Cassie quickly looked around to be sure nobody was nearby. She quickly pushed the flyer into her pocket and continued working. At the end of her shift, she settled in a corner of the changing room and went through the flyer again.

Robin’s storytelling. Clara listens intently to her parents’ story. Her mother’s uterus was low, and it was said that she had miscarriaged several times, so they decided to hire a surrogate mother. Because of the extreme kindness of her parents, they even made the woman who carried her in her womb a nanny. They did not think that her nanny would run away from them with her. “Mom, thank you very much for accepting me without hesitation. But don’t be angry with my mother. Even though she was poor, she did everything to give me a good education.”

"Fiona used to be a good student, but Darwin forced her to give up her studies! Let us raise the banner of justice and set Fiona free from Darwin!" They kept repeating similar words tirelessly. It also caught the attention of some people. "Didn't the previous exposure say that Fiona was sold to Darwin as a substitute? So, is this a substitute literature where the substitute replaces the first love and becomes the protagonist?" "Forced love, huh? I'm looking for books of a similar genre!" "Bro, the way you put it, it sounds even more intriguing and addictive!" "So, is Darwin really a love-struck person? A CEO with a love-struck brain??"

I had cried, promising to find a way out, but he gave me a weak smile and told me not to worry. Like a solution to the promise I had made to my father. The next day, when he was about to be discharged,I overheard a conversation between the hospital's dean and a man about a surrogacy plan with a payment of one billion dollars. I waited for the other man to leave before approaching the dean, who was shocked at my request to apply to be a surrogate but nevertheless agreed to assist, and I made him promise my father didn't know about my request.

"They thought it was impossible because they were studying people who were constantly in 'Survival Mode.' When you spend every waking second wondering if you’ll be hungry or hurt, your brain doesn't have room for empathy. We gave the world room." "But it wasn't just about giving them resources," Sofia said, her eyes bright with the intellectual fire she had inherited from Leo. "It was about the storytelling. It was about making sure that the stories of the atoll reached every corner of the globe. You didn't just build a garden, Mother. You built a narrative." "A narrative that mercy is a more efficient survival strategy than vengeance," I added. "Exactly." As we worked, I felt a strange sens

But it’s not his looks that make my skin prickle with warning. It’s the way he’s staring at my left ear. At the heart-shaped birthmark I’ve had since birth and never thought about twice. “Miss Lawrence.” His voice is smooth, controlled. “Tell me why you want to be a surrogate.” The standard answer sits on my tongue, the one I practiced with Sophie last night. Something about wanting to help families, about believing in the gift of life. Beautiful lies that sound noble. But something about those gray eyes tells me he’ll know if I lie.

Was the man I thought I knew all this time a fluke? "He isn't aware, I was warned not to tell him, and I obliged, so I don't cause rifts between them." Jenna adjusted her coat to cover herself properly. "I really need this Betty. They don't want surrogacy so I need you to carry the child while I pretend to be pregnant. I don't want to lose Darius, please." Jenna burst into tears, and my heart tightened even more. I had never seen big sis this vulnerable. She never cries, which means this was really life-threatening for her.

I exiled her without a second thought. But the void she left never closed. After that, I turned to logic. If fate wouldn’t give me a mate, I’d create my own destiny. Surrogacy made sense. Cold. Clinical. Safe. But that didn’t go as planned either. The hospital back home failed me. The women got clingy. Obsessed. Even the so-called nurses. So, I crossed the country, came here to the human cities where anyone would barely recognize me. I asked for a werewolf surrogate. Strong. Quiet. Efficient.

“First, you move out of the apartment. Then you call me to say you're a surrogate but I don't understand why you're still a waitress! Stop fooling me. If you’re a surrogate you must be rich at this moment. ” I turned the page of the book, “That's it. I'm not rich, am I? So you are wrong. ” Loosing some desire, I uttered. He lay down next to me to see my face. “Are you seriously bluffing me? I'm confused about you, what is the truth? ” she asked sounding so frustrated. "I already told you the truth." I yawned. “What the? What? You’re surrogate, but you still need a part time job just to finance your studies? Fvck tyou, Jade. Talk to my ass. ”

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.