Pregnant And Homeless Book Jakobia Novels & Stories

Ilobi. She tried in vain to hide her hurt at the housekeeper's words but even she knew that she was failing at it. What exactly has she wanted to hear? that she, the homeless uneducated daughter of a local mobster was the perfect match for the rich handsome gentleman with connections to a senator! She got up abruptly. The little man who had come earlier was right; she was in a rat race and to survive, she had to offer up Karis. She had no choice.

Multiple pages in Martha's handwriting; messy, urgent, desperate. I almost threw it away unopened, but something made me read it. Millie, I know you blocked my calls. I know you don't want to hear from me. But you need to read this. All of it. I'm pregnant and I'm in prison and I'm scared. The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like in here? Do you know what happens to pregnant women in prison when they don't have money?

Jakub said, "But that's beside the point, Sophia. The world's problems aren't your problems." "Have you ever been homeless before, nearly raped, beaten to a pulp just for being alive, profiled because your parents are addicts or because of your figure, and had someone try to rob you because people keep accusing you of being a drug dealer? Have you been booked without being charge for a crime because the cop is so sure you're a criminal because everyone at school keeps pointing their fingers at you, saying you're their dealer, even though they know you're not and all because they don't want to lose their access to whatever gets them high, because you wouldn't fuck them, or because they're sca

Nancy had been impatiently waiting for the man. She had allowed herself to hope that she could get lucky when it seemed like her luck had turned against her. Nobody to help, her so-called love had deceived her and made her pregnant and she was stranded with no job in a hell hole not suitable for any human let alone a pregnant woman. The walls were soaking wet and she had no bed just some think cartons, she had torn and spread on the floor and placed some of her wrappers on it as a makeshift bed, believing it would serve till she got a job and better her housing conditions.

I was thirty years old, pregnant, and essentially homeless. The weight of it should have crushed me. Eight years gone. A future rewritten overnight. But instead… it felt like standing at the edge of something wide and unknown—and choosing to jump anyway. I thought about all the times I had made myself smaller. Softer. Easier to love. And for what? A man who couldn’t even look at his own child on a screen. My hand moved to my stomach, instinctive, protective. Grounded. “Never again,” I whispered.

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’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.

I assumed that he just cared for Rebecca like she was his younger sister. I shared my experience with her and introduced her to maternity care. I failed to catch her jealousy underneath her smile. She would always talk about how horrible her life was. “Ria, you’re blessed, unlike me… My husband abandoned me and drove me away, even though I was pregnant. I wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for Jax’s kindness. Why is my life so miserable? I hope that I’ll find a man who’s as nice as Jax one day…”

I handed my key to the doorman, promising someone would come for it later, then left, hailing a cab. I didn’t care about leaving everything behind. I didn’t care about anything. Not when no one had cared about me. - Long hours passed before I arrived at my new home. Exhausted from the journey and drained from crying for hours, I silently thanked Eloy for booking me a first-class ticket. At least I didn’t have to endure pitying looks from strangers. I felt tired and broken. A part of me was missing, but I still had my baby. My child. My last connection to Richard and the love I once felt for him. Even though he had deceived me, he had also given me another reason to keep living.