Surrogate Synonym Novels & Stories

The thought of giving them that, of being that for them, sent a shiver through her. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do that for you.” Cade smiled, pleased. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down.” A pause, his gaze darkening. “We’re going to help you prepare for that,” he said. “We’ll get you used to being touched, so you won’t be sore when it matters. We intend to make you the perfect ‘surrogate’.” Her breath caught again, heat spiraling through her. The ache only sharpened.

Everyone lives. “And if I refuse?” Austin smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “Then I shoot you, take her anyway, and Mom buries another son. Your choice, brother.” My heart bears so fast. Angelo’s hand finds mine behind his back, squeezes once. A message I don’t understand. I wish I understood stuffs like this. Damn, “Why do you want her?” Angelo asks. “She’s just a surrogate. Doesn’t mean anything.” The words sting, heck they hurt so much even though I know he’s lying.

“I will if I have to.” I pointed the burning part of the cigar at him. “remind me to put you on my to kill list.” He laughed lightly, “what if I tell you there is a way for you to have a child without aborting or getting into an intimate relationship with anyone.” My ears perked in curiosity. “And how will that work?” “A surrogate.” “What's that?” “Someone who would carry your child. All they need to do is inject your sperm into her, and she carries your child.”

"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!"

She said to the lawyer. He turned to Stephan who gave him the go ahead with only a nod, clearing his throat, “Ah-hem. Well the terms are simple Miss Heathrow—You are to act as a surrogate and wife for the very Mr Stephan Ashford, for a duration of a year and six months. The child in which you are to carry, would not rely on being created by coitus but by artificial insemination…..” The word ‘coitus’ left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt color rose in her cheeks as her eyes met with that of her husband’s. A part of her could sense he felt the awkwardness too.

Seline When he doesn’t answer, my brows rise as realization dawns on me. “You don’t trust them.” “Marsha wasn’t stupid,” Austin says abruptly. “She could be foolish at times, but not so much as to follow a stranger, especially you, deep into the forest and out of our territory.” I wince, trying to swallow the hurt. “You must have really liked her. But then I heard she was a popular candidate to be your mate. Sorry for your loss.”

He leaned back against the couch, crossing his legs, one arm draped casually on the armrest, but his eyes never left mine—they pinned me in place, sharp and cold. “You’ll be my breeder through surrogacy.” he explained casually, “You see, I have a secret mate, but she’s sickly and fragile, so she wouldn’t be able to conceive.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. He had a mate? “We both agree to take a breeder since I need to produce an heir. You’ll carry my pup through IVF, but you cannot tell anyone about it,” he continued, not giving me the time to process his words. “In public, you’ll be known as my breeder. But inside my pack, you’re a surrogate.”

"I've reviewed your preliminary application, very impressive credentials." Elena perched on the edge of the white leather chair. "Thank you. But I have to admit, I don't know much about surrogacy. This is all new to me." "Of course, let me explain our process." Dr. Chen opened a leather folder. "Our client is seeking a gestational surrogate that means you would carry an embryo created through IVF using his sperm and a donor egg, the child would have no genetic connection to you." Elena nodded, though the clinical language made her stomach flutter.

He glanced at Amber before resting his gaze on Helena. "What would I do other than call you?" Helena snapped. "You are still with that surrogate, leaving your pregnant fiancée. Do you have any conscience? Instead of taking care of Amber, you are having fun with that filthy woman who can sell herself for money. I am disappointed with you." "That woman is the mother of my sons," Sean retorted vehemently. "She is just a surrogate," Antony said coldly. "A surrogate can’t claim the children she gave birth to. Don’t you remember the agreement you signed?" He chuckled, looking at him with disdain. "It appears that you have forgotten to keep your professional and personal lives separate."

I looked at him and turned to Aiden who remained quiet. “What do you mean by choice of choosing?” I asked him because I knew if I had a choice, I would not be seated in front of him. “For the Surrogacy, you can decide on whether you want us to do an implantation or you both will copulate.” Aiden raised his head and looked at me at that moment. I did not know the right response to give. I began to feel like the whole process was just absurd. It became discomforting for me to speak of how I wanted the process to go. I didn't want to seem cheap or look like I was interested in having sex with Aiden.