Pregnant And Homeless Book Jakobia Romane & Geschichten

“Liora, look at me. Tell me everything.” My chest heaved, and the words tumbled out in broken sobs. “I’m pregnant, Jacob. With Draven’s child. And instead of claiming us, instead of protecting me, he stood in front of everyone and said I was carrying a rogue’s baby. He humiliated me, denied me, denied this life growing inside me. He made me feel like nothing.” Jacob’s face darkened, his jaw locking with fury. For a moment, I thought the weight of his anger might shatter the car itself. But when he finally spoke, his voice was steady, controlled, carrying a pain that wasn’t mine.

“My money. My documents. Everything. I couldn’t survive. I slept on the streets, different streets every night, because even the ground didn’t feel safe.” My breath caught painfully in my throat. “I couldn’t eat,” she whispered. “I was malnourished, weak abd sick.” Her voice cracked then, just slightly. “And my child died.” The room tilted. “My baby died because I couldn’t even afford food,” she said, her jaw trembling. “Because I couldn’t protect my own body enough to protect my child.” I took a step toward her without thinking. “When my baby died,” she went on quickly, as if afraid I’d interrupt, “I came back. I found a place to stay. I hid my face because this is my neighborhood. I couldn

100 labor-suppressant injections were stabbed viciously into my body. Already suffering from contractions, I could no longer tell if I was in the mortal realm or hell itself. A wave of heat hit my face, jolting me back to consciousness. Just before the sauna door closed, I crawled toward my husband, Timothy Langford, and grabbed the hem of his pants, trying to stir some paternal love for our child in him. "I really never did anything to harm the baby in Natalie's belly. Please believe me…"

“I had nowhere to stay. No food. No family. I worked as a maid just to survive. I slept in a tiny room and ate what I was given.” She paused, swallowing. “That was when I realized I was pregnant,” she said. “I didn’t even know how it happened. I didn’t understand my body. I only knew I was sick.” Sarah cried openly now. “When they found out,” Mary said, “they threw me out. I lived on the streets. I begged. I slept outside throughout my pregnancy.” Her voice softened slightly. “Then a woman helped me. She took me in. She helped me deliver you. She became my family.”

“That was survival. I wasn’t about to sleep on the street just to stroke his ego.” Amelia laughed, shaking her head. “You should’ve called me, Ariana. Or at least found another apartment.” Ariana groaned dramatically. “And rent one where, Amelia? In six hours? I’m pregnant, remember? I barely have the energy to walk to the fridge, let alone go apartment hunting. Besides, you had your own chaos going on…. I didn’t wanna add to your troubles.” Amelia’s smile softened. “Right… pregnant and homeless. That’s quite the combo.”

The man whose company could hire a thousand lawyers. And me? I was Lia from the corner store. The woman who slept on a mattress in a break room because she couldn’t afford a $600 studio. I leaned against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor—the concrete bit through my jeans. I looked down at my stomach. Flat under the hoodie. But there was a life in there. A life that needed food. Shelter. A mother who wasn’t in jail or dead. I couldn’t be a hero. Heroes got killed. Heroes got arrested.

“I’m fine. I’m managing. “You really don’t have to fly across countries because I’m incapable of buying vegetables responsibly.—” “Keyla.” Just my name, said in the specific tone she used when she wanted me to stop constructing arguments and simply listen. “You’re pregnant, alone, in a city where you don’t have a support network, hiding from a family that has significant resources and would like you to disappear permanently. You can survive something and still not be okay inside it. A pause. “I’m coming. If it makes you feel better, think of it as something you’re allowing rather than something being done to you.” I didn’t say anything for a moment. Through the window, the wall outside was g

Jaden had explained to the librarian that worked night shifts at the mini library that his girlfriend was pregnant and the stares from the students at the public library often made her feel like puking. Her pregnancy bump was barely visible yet. Jaden mentally prepared himself for the time it would become visible. He would try to convince her often that they weren’t staring at her because of her baby bump as he had failed trying to convince her that people in the library weren’t staring at her when she tried to sleep. They weren’t even staring at her at all. She wasn’t even the only one who slept off. He did too. A lot of people took break periods but Jessica was having none of that.

The whole chaos went silent, blood was oozing out from his head but still, the devil tried to punch arohi as he took her as sahibaa but little did he knows that the girl standing in front of her was a tigress, a fighter who never learned to bow in front of anyone my mom,dad died in an accident after three months of my marriage, these people snatched all the money properties that my parents left for me they treat me like a slave arohi, three abortions in the first year just because I was a girlchild. Still, I was able to save my fourth child. I don't want to live here, but they kept my baby with them all the time so that I could not escape them. Sahiba's words were still ringing in aro

Jacob said with smirk and turned his head back on road. Victoria let out a weird smile on hearing Jacob answer and got inside his car on passenger seat with her parcel food bag on her laps, after she buckled her seat belt Jacob started driving ahead, once they were inside city Victoria guided Jacob to a place which was leading from a narrow passage where several homeless people were sitting with handful of tethered clothes and utensil with them..