임신 중 탈출 Novels & Stories

and he left leaving me in extreme fear I began to overthink my plan, “should I go on with it or I should just stay back and try my best to hide my pregnancy? What if I get caught while trying to escape-“ “Stop it Giselle, dont sweat!! Nothing is going to happen I promise. You really need to get yourself and your baby out of here, this place is definitely not safe for a child so please my child leave from here as soon as possible!!” She urged me giving me more courage to actually leave.

Uh-oh, he heard me. I confessed to everything, and he burst out laughing in a rage. After that, he sat next to me wordlessly for a while. “Let me get this straight, Nessa. So you’re saying… “You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, so you followed the netizens’ advice and ran away from home on purpose? And you even scheduled an abortion?” He looked befuddled, exasperated, and helpless. I elaborated, “It’s a common trope where the pregnant wife runs away—”

Liam It has been two months since I pulled Cara Russo and her newborn daughter out of the skylight I kicked in the roof of a rundown shack, hidden in the woods. Landing on that roof and it not blowing up was pretty awesome. Kicking in the skylight and being able to pull Cara and Scarlett out was even better. To say it has been a crazy two months is probably an understatement. Being the “upstanding” citizen that I am, we called the cops. Once Cara got to the hospital and checked, the fun really began. After an investigation, it was ruled self-defense. Cara didn’t have any other choice. Kill or be killed.

She moved swiftly and silently, evading detection as she made her way through the dimly lit corridors of her captor's lair. Navigating the labyrinthine passages with caution, Emily relied on her intuition and her knowledge of the alpha's operation to guide her towards an exit. Along the way, she encountered various obstacles, encountering traps and guards that threatened to undo her escape. However, her determination and the protective instincts for her unborn child fueled her resolve, pushing her to push through every obstacle. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Emily reached the outer perimeters of her captor's stronghold. The night air embraced her, and the moon offered a glimmer

She was the only one who could break loose of everything here. I looked at my belly and whispered: “Just two days” I would endure hunger—even risk myself and my baby—to detox from whatever poison they’d used and wake her up. That uncontrollable side of me was my only path to freedom before my baby’s birth. I pushed the tray farther away with my hand, chains whispering softly against the stone.

"I was trapped in a life I didn't choose, and now that I have escaped, the weight of the past still haunts me. I'm afraid for my baby's safety and uncertain about the future." The wise woman nodded, her gaze filled with empathy. "It is natural to carry such burdens," she acknowledged. "But it is essential to release them, to find a sense of peace within yourself. Your baby can feel your emotions, and a calm and nurturing environment is vital for their well-being."

My breathing became erratic as I recalled the face of the man that was in the hospital earlier. Then I recalled that I was carrying his baby. I remembered his words. I was his possession until I gave birth to his child. That only meant one thing. He wants to take my baby away from me. Just the thought of it nearly made me have a panic attack. I needed to leave. If I stay here there's really a high chance of loosing everything. It was night fall already and it was the perfect time to make an escape. I slowly opened the door and tiptoed out to the living room. Luckily, no one was around the house. Today just had to be my lucky day.

So that time is cancelled out for escaping. “It usually takes like four to five hours for me to heal completely and regain my strength. And by then it would be close to night time which I can risk crashing with them on my way out cause they come for the second visit by nightfall. Which also left me with a single option. To escape at midnight. I instantly close my eyes to assume a sleeping form when I heard the jingling of keys on the door. Tonight is the night I planned to finally rid myself of this pain. I have had enough and there is limit to what a pregnancy woman can endure.

This was my chance. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my unborn child pressing against my lungs. The pregnancy was making every movement a struggle, but I couldn’t afford to hesitate. I had to move. I had to get out of here. Carefully, I slid out of the small cot I’d been confined to, my legs shaking as I stood. The building was vast, and the hallways stretched endlessly in both directions, dimly lit and ominous. I didn’t know which way led to freedom, but staying here meant certain death. I had to try.

"And I must be almost two months, and I have anemia. When I was kidnapped, I couldn't bring this with me, and I need it urgently for my baby, or I could lose it; Susana, please, I beg you, and Julius can find out." "I'm sure he would force me to abort it; please get me this, and we'll figure out a way to run away together," I said, smiling at her. "Yes, Luna, it's ok; I'll help you, I got this, and I'll see a way we can run away," said Susanna. "I have to go; I can't stay here long; I will try to bring you more fruit and healthy food for your little pup, my Luna." "Goddess, please help me so that everything goes well, give me the strength to escape from this hell."