The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

I start speaking before we hear a knock at the door " Boss are you in there?" I hear a man ask " Yes, come in Sam" I hear Ralph say before the door opens and a middle aged looking man and an older woman who seems to be in her late 60s walk in. " Boss, the midwife you requested for" Sam says gently pushing the woman forward and I let go of Ralph. " You specialize in assisting women give birth?" He ask " By the grace of God I do, sir" The old lady says simply, lowering her head

But he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, knowing that his life was about to change forever. As I sat in the midwife's hut, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had been taking herbs to hide my pregnancy from Liam's pack, but now that I was here, I knew I had to be honest about everything. The midwife, an old woman named Ana, took my hand and looked into my eyes. "My child, you have nothing to fear. Whatever happens, we will face it together," she said in a reassuring voice. I nodded, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I had never felt so alone and scared in my life. But Ana's words gave me strength, and I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was coming

A black Maybach car stopped in front of the Welfare Institute. Son Ba Mirabel elegantly got out of the car, followed the man who immediately went up and knocked on the heavy iron door. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?" A middle-aged woman who opened the door looked slightly startled at this noble-dressed woman. "I'm looking for your Abbot Trovica." Son Ba Mirabel slowly opened her mouth, at any moment, she was elegant and noble, even if she did not use any tricks. “Ah, come in. President Qin has just returned from the hospital, so I'll inform you an hour in advance." "No need, just lead the way, I want to go find her directly." Son Ba Mirabel in a place with a spirit that does not allow

"Just cut it out. Put me under!" "It's too late for that now, sweetheart. This baby was ready to go!" The midwife had donned gloves with the help of her assistant and was moving toward Gemma. Gemma saw her and tensed, her eyes meeting mine and giving me a look of utter terror. "You're doing great, Gem."

"I'm here, my love. I'm here." Her fingers locked down over my fingers, surprisingly strong in a clasp. "It…hurts," she confessed, shaking voice. "I know," I whispered, brushing the wet hair out of her face. "But you're strong, Naomi. Stronger even than anyone I've ever met." The midwife, a wise, sharp-eyed older woman, moved with a quiet efficiency, issuing quiet orders to her attendants clustering about her. "Breathe, my lady," she instructed, "you're getting on beautifully."

I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he handed me the note. The words were printed in bold letters: Secrets don’t stay buried forever. Tick-tock. A cold sweat broke out on my skin. "What does this mean?" "It’s a warning," Elias said grimly. "Whoever sent this knows something—and they're using it against us." Panic surged through me. "Elias, this is escalating. What if they come after the baby?" He grabbed my hands, his grip firm. "That's not going to happen. Do you hear me? I'm going to put an end to this, once and for all."

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

She turned on her heel and began walking back down the road toward her house, her small figure quickly disappearing into the evening shadows. The village midwife was a small, compact woman with thick grey hair tied back in a neat bun and incredibly steady hands. She took one look at my pale face, the sweat soaking my collar, and the way I was leaning against the clinic’s small front desk. Without asking for paperwork or money, she immediately grabbed my arm and led me down a narrow corridor into a small, plain room in the back. There was a metal cot, a single wooden stool, and the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic.

"Who are you looking for miss? "Mr. Madon" she answered removing her sunglasses. "Do you have an appointment with him?" She asked "No, but he knows me," she said. "I'm sorry ma'am but you can't see him without an appointment," his secretary said "Just tell him it's Gia Winston, his sister-in-law," she said more like bragging but the secretary stared at her as if she said the wrong word.

Either We get married or not. That was so confusing. "What are you saying??" "I am saying that I transferred this house paper and this house is now all yours. it's just a small wedding gift." "But shouldn't you be telling me this secret on our wedding night??" I curiously asked