The German Midwife Novels & Stories

The midwife. The woman who had saved her life and Jason's, and helped her escape when death was closing in on all sides. She was older now, deep lines etched into her face, her once dark hair turned completely white. She leaned on a long wooden stick as she made her way towards Amber. Tears blurred Amber's vision. "Luna... " the midwife whispered, voice trembling with emotion. Amber didn't let her finish. She stepped forward and pulled the woman into a tight hug, her tears soaking into the older woman's shoulder.

the MD pointed out. "Aha! She will explain better," Richard said and the MD sent his secretary to fetch her. While they were waiting for her, Dr. Pascal continued to look at the record. No one would have suspected anything if not that Tim had detailed information about the families involved. The MD was about to walk back to his seat when the midwife walked in. She saw the strangers but was not bothered. She was about to greet them when she noticed that Dr. Pascal and Richard were going through the birth register. Saying that she was apprehensive did not fully express the extent to which her legs wobbled and she wished to take her life or kill the two. Since she could not do any of them, she

I now have his blood in my veins. I was so hungry. The midwives were moving quietly around the room, sweeping up soaked rags, wiping surfaces, speaking in low murmurs. One of them, the younger one with the short braids, glanced over and froze. "She's awake," she whispered, almost like she didn't want to startle me. The senior mid-wife, the one with the gray streaks and the permanent frown, turned slowly. Her eyes narrowed when they landed on me. "Good. Means the master won't have our heads yet."

Zelda A wave of relief washed over me as the midwife agreed to our deal. She walked over to a shelf and climbed a small ladder to reach the top. She took down a small bottle and carefully placed it in my hands. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. The midwife smiled, her eyes shining with compassion. “I hope this gives you the answers you are looking for,” she said, her voice soft. I nodded, unsure of what I would do with the information once I had it.

"Push, My lady." The frightened brunette demanded urgently, her hands were shaking, her eyes burning with all the unshed tears of despair. she was known as one of the best midwives in the royal palace but this delivery was the hardest she ever assisted, the lady in labor didn't have the healthiest nor happiest pregnancy to begin with, and because of the unfortunate circumstances, the lady accompanied by the young midwife had to bare the trouble of moving from one residence to the other until they finally settled in that small shack near the dark forest.

As the midwife was about to place the baby in Emily’s awaiting palms, an unexpected presence abruptly intervened, snatching the baby from the midwife's grasp. Startled, both Emily and the midwife turned to look at who it was, and they both froze when they saw a devilish-looking pale man with fangs clutching the newborn in his arms. Surrounding him were five other creatures of his kind. Emily was in total shock, but she managed to let out a short scream. "Please don’t hurt my baby." The midwife tried to escape, but just as she opened the door, one of the devilish-looking creatures, Delia, moved at super speed, and the image of the midwife’s presence was followed by the demon piercing her fang

Laura was about to refute, the midwife said again: " Miss, I think you are young, you should never have given birth to a child! I know this kind of thing much better than you!" Hearing what the midwife said, Mrs Eira hurriedly stood up: "No, no, absolutely no, I can't use my My grandson's life is at risk!" He said to Kieran, "That's how I delivered your brothers when I gave birth! I could do it at that time, why can't your daughter-in-law?" Cut it open? It's really scary!" He glanced at Laura, his eyes dodged a little, "Laura, don't do this, try again! It's too late to send it to the hospital now!"

The longer she stared, the more a strange discomfort grew within her—as if her body rejected the child, as though the entire situation threatened to unravel. The sound of approaching heels snapped her out of her thoughts. The door swung open to reveal the midwife, her sharp, calculating eyes scanning the room. She carried a clipboard under one arm and a handbag hanging from her shoulder. Her movements were brisk, purposeful, and unyielding, like someone accustomed to cleaning up messes. “Well, Miss Watkins,” the midwife said, in a clipped tone as she adjusted her glasses and glanced at the clipboard, “everything has been finalized.”

She felt the witch’s hands on her stomach. “What are you doing?” She groaned out. “I’m a midwife,” the witch replied with a reassuring smile. “I’m just trying to feel what position baby is in. You’re doing great. How far apart are the contractions?” “Do I look like I have a watch?” Aislen snapped back.

- I ask exasperated hitting my fists on the wall next to me, which not only caused a bang but also created a hole in it. - Elisa decided to be born the moment we entered the hideout- Elisabeth takes a deep breath-- I was lucky to have a healer among those who were coming here, she helped me at the time of delivery. Soon after we heard screams of terror and I was too tired to help, after all Elisa took a lot of work to be born- she gave a weak smile, letting more tears fall- the midwife helped me come here carrying me on her back, she said that she would try to help the others who were with us, I tried to stop her, I begged her not to go, but she left even with my protests - she closed her ey