Novel & Cerita Homeless And Pregnant Book

A desperate yearning for the motherly love I had been denied for so long, and a seething, burning hatred for the pain she had inflicted upon me. The fire, their disappearance, Louis' accusation. Only to find out that I was pregnant with his child. How he had humilitated me when I asked for help. The dark days that followed when food was hard to get by and shelter was too much ask for. We were homeless while my pregnancy advanced. The looks from people, the taunting, the rumours. The painful labour and when I had been at the egde of life and death seemed to call for me. The smell of shit, piss and destitution as I had pushed out my son on the streets because we could not afford an hospital. T

I was terrified of the thunder, I always hated how it sounded, out on the street, out of my window, and now out of my car. I had nowhere to go, I was a homeless person, living out of a car that have no gas to it, I couldn’t even change places even if I wanted to. This all started few months ago, my last fight with my mother, when she kicked me out of the house, I had my used car keys, a duffle bag with my stuff in it and six dollars in my pocket. I always thought six was a lucky number until I was left with only six dollars, I left the place crying, I had nowhere to go, getting into my crappy car and taking off to the road. I didn’t make it far, just up to an abandoned park, it’s where my ca

A wave of sadness crashed over me, and it was so powerful that my legs crumbled and I slid to the floor, with tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant now. I’m only eighteen, and I’m still just a common wolfless Omega maid that the whole pack loved to abuse and humiliate. I’ve been bullied and beaten my whole life for not having a wolf, and now…now this? Pregnant without a mate, money or husband, I was doomed. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could I bring a child into this kind of life? A life where they would be ridiculed, abused, and treated like dirt for being born to someone like me?

AURORA A week passed in that motel room like sludge through a strainer. And slowly the life I imagined for myself morphed into the life I was living, in a rundown motel, pregnant, abandoned, with barely any food to eat or cash to use. The day wasn't The problem, but the night. The walls were thin and goodness! The thing thin walls let you hear are atrocious. I've only gone out a few times this past week, and that was only to throw the thrash out, I couldn't even afford the eat out if I wanted to. I was saving every penny. The baby was till small, it certainly wouldn't need much food.

Kumba. The moment I read the message, something in me snapped, I didn’t even remember grabbing my keys. One second I was staring at my phone, the words “She signed herself out” burning into my skull, and the next I was already halfway out the door, jacket thrown over my shoulder, the faint burn of whiskey still lingering in my throat. A homeless nineteen year old pregnant girl with a broken leg all alone in the streets alone at night. I slammed the penthouse door behind me harder than necessary and strode toward the elevator, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

Lyra The ride home was a really quiet one. No one said a word and I just looked out the window the whole time. I didn’t know what to do or expect at this point but one thing was sure, they’d demand for answers. Even if Rose doesn’t, Henry would want to know how I got pregnant when in the space of being homeless and moving in with them. “Oh my goodness, why did this have to happen to me at this time?” I muttered to myself.

​The afternoon sun poured its merciless fire over her head as she ran through the city streets. Her short hair clung to her forehead, and her ragged breaths escaped her dry lips in a scattered, frantic rhythm. Her fingertips trembled as she pressed them against her stomach—there, where her three-month-old fetus lay. She was trying to draw warmth and strength from him. A frail child, fighting for survival inside a body exhausted by poverty and the relentless running between the corridors of life.

"If you were truly a good girl, you wouldn’t be pregnant, or the man responsible wouldn’t have let you leave." Her words cut deep. Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them. But I couldn't explain my situation to anyone here. Even if I did, they wouldn’t believe me. Every woman in this place had a similar story, either the father of their baby had denied responsibility, or they had been thrown out by their families. Some were just desperate for money, coming from extreme poverty. Madam All-Weather suddenly stood up and marched toward me. "How many times have I told you not to cry when I’m talking to you?" she snapped. "Anyone looking at you would think you’re so soft, so fragile. B

I said softly, my voice thick with emotion, “I am so sorry you went through that. No one deserves to live in fear like that. You are not alone here. We can help you with safe housing, legal support for any charges you want to file, counseling, and job training. You don’t have to carry this by yourself anymore.” Annie, sitting beside me, leaned forward. Her own pregnancy made her voice gentle and understanding. “I know what it feels like to be scared for your baby,” she said quietly. “I ran from my husband too. It’s terrifying. But these people… they really help. They helped me when I had nowhere to go. Let us help you too.” Maya looked at us with broken, hopeful eyes. “Why are you doing this

“You’ll give birth in secret, and that child will be… taken care of.” Taken care of. She had heard stories of how they “handled problems.” She refused to let her baby become one of them. So she ran. Seven months pregnant, barefoot, terrified she disappeared into anonymity, into cheap motels and abandoned rental rooms, into the shadows of a world her family never cared enough to see. And then one night, her water broke too early. She labored alone. She nearly bled to death. But the baby… oh, the baby lived. A girl. Quiet. Bright-eyed. Innocent.