All Chapters of Forever His: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I look at myself in the mirror and smile at my reflection. I look cute today. My face is glowing with excitement, although I’m not sure whether that’s because of the test or what’s coming afterward: my date with Zack. Our very first date. It’s probably the latter. Even though I am a little bit anxious about the fertility test, I know the chances of me testing positive are slim, most people test negative, which means they are infertile. That is the whole point of the Righteous Regime doing what it does after all: People are barren and we are getting extinct. Which is why everyone in Estermond at the age of 19 has to take a fertility test to see if they are barren or not. Given the low fertility rates we have, every girl who tests positive in her fertility test has to give up all of her ambitions and dedicate her life to have as many children as possible. These fertile women are known

Trembling as I am, I follow the Keeper through the door. We go to a plain office, there is a simple metal desk in front of us, on the back wall hangs a framed picture of our beloved president Lucas Laurent, next to the picture there is a banner THE MINISTRIES OF ESTERMOND says in big red letters. Then it lists the different ministries we have. Ministry of Health: To maintain healthy Good Citizens. Ministry of Females: To take care of our Bearers. Ministry of Education: to preserve the minds of our children. The Ministry of Press and Information: To spread the truth. Ministry of Bravery: To fight the Eels. Ministry of Obedience: To punish the Eels… I look away from the banner, I already know all the Ministries we have and their functions, they made us memorize that information in First School. Sitting behind the desk, there is a corpulent woman with brown hair and small round eyes looking attentively at me. I immediately feel intimidated by her. On the edge of the desk, there is a small

(Leopold P.O.V.)I storm into my office. I am so mad I could punch a wall. I think I will better go for a run or something to calm myself down. Major Anderson is doing this to mess with my career, I am certain and I can not do anything about it. This is so frustrating!A soft knock on the door, I turn around and Sabrina smiles at me.Oh, no, I completely forgot about her. I let out a soft groan as the brunette walks towards me with seductive moves. The black tight uniform suits her perfectly, she is undoubtedly attractive, and yet I could never really fall for her, in spite of how hard she tries.“Is something wrong, dear Leopold? You are fuming,” she observes.Sabrina tries to brush my cheek with her hands but I take a step back.“I want to be alone, please go,” I say rudely.Sabrina doesn’t even wince. She knows I am ill-tempered. She knew this about me even before she began with her attempts to seduce me. For some strange reason, she finds my moody temperament attractive.“You want

I draw my breath in as the intimidating commander stands before us. His penetrating stare burns like fire. His deep blue eyes convey all his might and self-confidence, his comb-over black hair is perfectly in it is place, just like his uniform is impeccable. It is evident that he likes to present a clean and neat appearance, like any respectable commander would. He is so tall and impressive he makes me feel tiny and insignificant.The dog won’t stop barking behind him, eager to scare the visitors away. I can tell by his face, that the commander wishes for us to leave too. Neither the dog, nor the owner are glad to have me here.“Good evening, Commander Mortensen,” Matron Mary Ann greats him and then she places her hand on my back. “This is Aubrey, your new Bearer.”The commander looks at me up and down, unimpressed. I discreetly look at him too, I can notice his muscles through his black Shark uniform, he is really ripped. This is the first time I see him up close, I have never appreci

I look around me, getting use to the idea that this place is going to be part of my daily routine from now on. All Bearers around us are smiling and acting extremely polite to one another under the attentive stares of the Matrons walking among them. I was right, this place is creepy.All of a sudden, the sound of a slap echoes in the lobby. Everyone hushes and stays still as we stare at a Bearer looking down as she presses her hand against her cheek. In front of the Bearer, a tall Matron glares at her. “No foul words, Renata. I have warned you a thousand times, bad Bearer! Vulgar language damages your future babies,” the Matron warns her. The slapped Bearer nods timidly. “Sorry, Matron Lina,” she mutters. “You see what happens