Surrogate Stories Novels & Stories

She took the subway back home, shivering all through the ride. Things turned out sour when she got home and realized that all her belongings has been moved out of her apartment and left to drench in the heavy storm. She was devastated, crying and sobbing at the top of her voice, her mind was on suicide and she decided to end it all at a nearby river.

He understood her perfectly well as a woman but that wasn't the end of the road "There's something which is called surrogacy... nowadays it's what women who don't want to experience the pain of pregnancy does...you…" he tried to make sense out of this. He knew how many women came to him for a similar case. Some were not capable of carrying their child but others just didn't want to go through the mood swings or other effects of pregnancy. Alexis didn't even know why she was telling him all this. He was a man after all

Lovelyn was silent for a while before she sat up and gazed at him. “You make it sound easy. I have heard of so many risks with surrogacy,” she said with a pessimistic tone. “I still remember when we were in college and I read that surrogates can be mischievous. They can extort all your money and still get rid of the baby in the name of miscarriage.” Brett laughed.

that was the first thing he said, guilt was evident on his face. She faked a smile, " you do not need to be sorry Mr Nahil Gustavo, we are in a contract and I promised to go through the process again if it fails. You claim you own me right?so you should do what pleases you" Noami replied, she was trying hard to stop the tears threatening to fall, " And moreover I over played my part in your life, I forgot that I am just a surrogate and nothing more, you can kill your baby as many times as you want and I won't complain" she added as the tears finally fell out of her eyes.

He is his boss for Goodness sake! Mew cleared his throat and Max suddenly noticed him. He rubbed his nape awkwardly and open the car door for Mew. "I thought you forget your job for a mere minutes." Mew mocked him before getting in. He looked at Gulf who looking outside the window. "Do you feel like eating something?" Gulf turn to look at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Mr. Johannesburg, When I signed the surrogacy contract, it was written there that the surrogate must not have any special connection with the client so I hope that in the future, you will not come at me until the baby is born."

"A defective embryo. And a knife in the back." I saw the hate in his eyes and suddenly understood. "You regret it, don't you?" I sneered. "You're starting to miss that little surrogate." Victor's face grew even darker. "At least her love was pure," he snarled, the words sounding like they were torn from his throat. The words made me laugh, a high, sharp sound in the damp air. "Love? That little fool loved the idea of you! She loved your power, your money! The same things I love!"

I had loved him with the specific, consuming love of a woman who had nothing else that was entirely hers — and the entire time, the entire architecture of that love had been constructed on a lie Caden had built and maintained and laughed about in bed with the woman he actually wanted. Surrogate. That was the word that finally surfaced, cold and exact. I had been a surrogate. For his heir. For his respectability. For a medical breakthrough he couldn't produce on his own. For the appearance of a stable, functional Alpha while he kept his real life tucked quietly out of sight. I felt the rage move through whatever I was now — not hot, but cold. Clarifying. The specific cold of a person who has

Then I lean toward Richard and lower my voice. “Noah told some made-up story to the ground staff.” I bite my lip, feeling a sudden relief at sharing my worries. “Richard, he’s turned into a complete fantasist. He does it at school. He told one teacher he’d had a heart transplant and another he had a surrogate baby sister.” “What?” Richard’s face drops. “I know.” “Where did he get those kind of ideas, anyway? A surrogate baby sister, for God’s sake?” “Off a DVD they were playing in the special-needs department,” I say wryly. “Right.” Richard digests this. “So what story did he tell this lot?” He gestures

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