Accidental Pregnancy Books Novels & Stories

POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks.

But the worst part is the tiny, dangerous flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he means it this time. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The dorm is quiet, shadows stretching across the floor. My chest feels heavy, but I can’t stay still anymore. I go to my desk, grab the small notebook I keep tucked under a stack of textbooks. Not a diary. I hate calling it that. It’s just… a place. For thoughts that are too loud. I flip past pages filled with scribbles and rants, jagged lines where I pressed the pen too hard. And then I start writing.

I picked up a couple books that were on the floor by the couch and looked at them, curious as to what she’d been reading. My eyebrows flew up. One was a book about pregnancy… it told about all the changes your body went through … what to eat .. what not to do.. shit like that. The other was a book on baby names. Color me shocked. I never would’ve thought she’d care that much to even have books like this. “You’ve been reading these?” I asked her. She looked away from the tv to see what I was holding with a mouth full of food. Her eyes got wide and she nodded her head.

He didn’t stop walking. He turned toward the row where his seat waited, near the back,somewhere quiet, somewhere away. But just as he passed the last row, Steve subtly shifted. And then a thud. Drake stumbled hard. His shin smacked into a leg that had no business being there. The kind of move done with a smile on your face and a trap behind your teeth. His books scattered across the floor, and his knee hit the cold tiles before he caught himself. A small gasp. Then a few laughs.

Unable to take the visual distraction any longer, Vivian rolled over, grabbed a long, plush body pillow from the floor, and lightly pushed Avery’s hip to make room. She slammed the heavy pillow directly down the center of the mattress, establishing a plush, cotton wall between them. Avery complained immediately, letting out a humorless, sharp laugh. "For what is this?" "An emergency boundary," Vivian fired back, her voice tight and defensive as she rolled back onto her side, facing away from Avery. "Section One, Subsection One of the unwritten rules. Do not cross the perimeter." "Right. The perimeter," Avery whispered into the dark, staring at the back of Vivian's tense shoulders.

The fury had never been loyal to the mistress of the underworld and all he had to do was to wait for Zeus to take action and teach his beloved daughter a lesson in Godding 101. The Journal of life has finally resurfaced and all three of them had sensed it, for they all gave apiece of them to that book. It was their failproof, a contigency measure in case a God like Persephone chooses to go astray and behave like how she is behaving now. By now, the handler of the book is well aware of what it was capable of. And also, by now, Hades was sure that Persephone had a taste of the power of the journal.

I decided to go and wait for her outside. Lucy Pov "Miss Mason, your pregnancy is very sensitive! It's up to you but it's an angel sent from heaven, if I were you, I will continue having the baby!" Dr. Pege told me. My mind can't think of a good idea right now. I was afraid that Kent will know about this. He can't and I won't let him touch my child. I made a decision. I decided to have this baby. I was on my way home when I saw a familiar car in front of my house. It's Kent's car. What the hell is he doing here?

“Think about it. You’ve always had a thing for Evan Blackman. You told me about it more times than I can count—how you’d go breathless just seeing him in a magazine, how you felt like melting whenever he looked your way. So… why did you walk out on him?” I didn’t answer immediately. I couldn’t. My eyes dropped to my fingers, fidgeting with the hem of Maria’s throw pillow. A thick silence hung between us until I finally let out a long, shaky sigh and looked up to meet her gaze. Maria didn’t waver. She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “Katie, if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that sometimes the universe throws us a bone in the middle of chaos. You lost your family, your m

I hate to see her cry. "It's okay Chole. From everything that you've told me, it's clearly not your fault. It was that bastard's fault. I will kill him." I said with anger "Please, can you make me some soup? I have a hangover and I'm really starving," I asked. "Sure! Anything for my best girl." She said, delighted to help. "I'll go get a couple of drugs from the store for the pain," I say, not including that I will get pills also, just in case anything funny happens. I'm not ready to bear a child for anyone, especially for a random bastard.

Ivy decided, "It's probably because she is under a lot of stress." "No, I'm not kidding. I will be honest with him. Ever since the beginning of this entire incident, I've been living in continuous fear of being discovered. I don't want to live this way any longer; I've lied more in a day than my whole life. I don't want to forfeit what little dignity I still possess." I said something. Well, the end is nearly here. Telling him that you miscarried at that time is all that is needed. Ultimately, your mom is "ill." You may claim that the baby's closure was caused by stress." It was Ivy.