Surrogate Stories Novels & Stories

I felt trapped in my mind and next I heard him explain the process in his pursuit to convince me. “You won’t ever meet him Rose, it’s just a medical procedure. You know, IVF. Once the baby is born you’ll hand it over and we can be together peacefully, there won’t be any contact between you two…” He kept on rambling as though I don’t know what a surrogate would do. I, on the other hand stayed numb in silence. In my mind was a battle of love and hate and as foolish as it sounds the hate I had for Donovan wasn’t enough to subdue the love I had for Jake so I agreed.

"Of course I'm not saying that." "You just said you think he needs to act out his fantasy." I said in a calmer tone as I sat back down. "Key word is fantasy." Judy said, "Joanne, have you ever heard of a sexual surrogate?" I felt my stomach sink, I'd read about them in a cosmo article once. "They're women who help people get over sex issues right?" I asked. "Pretty much. So what we...." "You want my son to sleep with a total stranger?"

I stared at the blank television screen, and despite it being off, I could still replay everything in my head. Runaway surrogate. Emotionally unstable surrogate. Manipulative surrogate. The agenda was for strangers to discuss my pregnancy on television.

“Yep. I suppose your brother told you about our situation.” “Not exactly. What I really want to know is how you two met.” She sounds like a little school girl. “Oh, gosh. Do I give you the PG version that I’m saving for when Liam asks me that very same question one day, or the truth?” I ask. I feel like I can be myself with her, and I slowly let my defenses down. “Roughly six years ago I responded to a Craigslist ad looking for a surrogate. I was desperate for money at the time because my brother needed lifesaving surgery. There was one catch,” I say.

They had heavy make up on their faces and the were chatting continuesly about a movie the had watched. What really got her attention is the conversation was the amount of money that was mentioned. Conversation between both ladies. "Do you think it's good to be a surrogate?" " It's not bad, but I can't do it. I mean why would I finish suffering and then give my baby to someone else". The other lady said. " To me I believe it's not a bad thing. It helps put smile on other people's face , it gives them a shot at being parents too, it gives them the family they never thought of having and then u heard that they get paid handsomely". The first lady added.

That my mate--- No… I had no right to call him that. Clearly, he was never my mate. He had a true mate and according to Joey, his plans for me were worse than vile! I’d heard horror stories about surrogates. About unmated alphas taking young women into their beds and forcing them to bear their pups. And then, when fated mates came along--- not only did the fated mate HATE the poor surrogate, who never had a say in her situation in the first place, but they would take out their resentment and jealousy on the pups…

Isn't it perfect? The internet exploded. After all, surrogacy was illegal in our country and against moral standards. Most people couldn't accept or understand it. Sabrina's entitled tone, in particular, made people uncomfortable. She kept insisting on her live stream that she was doing IVF, treating the digital masses like total idiots. Watching the online backlash, I sneered. Then I posted everything—her borrowing money, finding a surrogate, and revenge tactics. "Gosh, this woman's such a bitch. She's the one finding a surrogate but lies and plays the victim."

“I’m just passing by. I am pregnant, though.” The man’s eyes lit up with warmth, and he pointed to one of the babies. “That one’s ours,” he said proudly. “My husband and I had a surrogate, and it was quite the journey, you know? Lots of emotional stress, but we’re thrilled we did it. We’re going to make sure the surrogate still gets to be involved in our baby’s life.” I couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for the man and his partner. Their journey had been filled with challenges, but their commitment to creating a loving family was evident in their words and actions.

"Sometime before that 'romantic' moment, you are going to poke holes in all my condoms, I know it." "I really admire your deceitful nature," Pamela was happy as a clam. "Besides, Amazons don't normally give birth to children that way, but thanks for thinking that I'd sabotage you." She sensed my confusion. "Surrogates – Amazons have been using surrogates for two generations." "The best part about meeting you is I get to understand why no one who knows me trusts a thing I say," I imparted. "You are very bright, eloquent and deceptive."

The reason I lived normally was because I always donated most of my money to orphanages and old age homes. And whenever an opportunity came up, I gave to the needy. So this wasn’t judgment—this was a reaction to the smell. “I can’t believe it,” I said, staring at the photo in my hand, then back at the building. “My mom has been living here while Dad lives in a mansion?” “I’m not sure what transpired, but Stephanie might not have been a surrogate.” “What?” “She might have been his lover. And for reputation purposes—” “They made this surrogate story up.” I sighed, feeling a sharp twist of sadness. “That makes it even worse.”