Novel & Cerita Pregnant Emo

However, they were not the type who would give in so easily so just after Emery headed back to her room, they started talking among themselves to make sure that that would be the first and last time they would let her stubbornness sway their assigned works. Just after Emery finished her bath, she went to her walk-in closet and removed her robes. She then walked towards the mirror that was of the same height as her and stared at her reflection. Looking at her own body from head to toe, she could tell that she seemed to have gained a little bit of weight despite the fact that she had been on the battlefield for months. The next thing she did was to rub her abdomen while thinking about what the

Standing over Emily, Emma looked down at her with a smirk, both hands resting on her belly in a deliberate display. “Emily, you just couldn’t stay away, could you? Finally decided to show up?” Her voice was sharp, her expression dripping with malice and mockery. “I’m pregnant,” Emma said, her tone dripping with smugness as her smile turned sharp and sinister. “You’ve been by Justin’s side for three years, and he hasn’t even made you a promise. But me? I’ve only been back for a few months, and he’s already gotten me pregnant. He says my health is fragile, so we’ll get legally married first. Once I recover, we’ll hold the wedding.”

He kissed me on the forehead and placed his hand on my flat stomach. "I can't believe that we are going to have a baby Freya...I feel like we left that damn nightclub a few weeks ago and now we're here." I gave him a small smile. "Who is Ember? I've never heard that name before." He asked curiously. I nodded quietly. "Just like you have Axel inside you...I recently found out that I have an inner demon called Ember and I think she's the reason I didn't have a miscarriage." Lain wrapped his arms around me.

He pulled me into his lap. Careful. Gentle. Like I was—was suddenly fragile. "A pup. We're having a pup. Hope, that's—that's incredible. That's—that's everything." "I wanted to celebrate with Emily," I admitted. "Wanted to—to tell my best friend I'm pregnant. Wanted her to—to be excited. To be—to be part of this. But instead she's—she's being exiled tomorrow. And I'm—I'm pregnant and grieving simultaneously. And it—it doesn't feel like celebration. Feels like—like loss wrapped in creation."

Megan asked. Emily ripped open another package and groaned, sinking down onto the floor with her face in her hands. “I don’t know. No. Does anyone ever really want an abortion? They just don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to be pregnant. F-k!” She swore again. “F-k! I am pregnant.” “Alright, well, let’s try it this way,” Megan sat down on the floor next to her. “Do you want a baby?” “I dunno,” Emily muttered into her hands. “I don’t know.”

I sob, and his smirks stops as he embarks on drying my tears. Ooh, me! Is it not too early for my moods to be kicking in soo bad? Gosh! Is this how emotional and sentimental I'm gonna be for nine freaking months? My goodness! I gotcha get a hold of myself before I am crowned the most emotional pregnant woman of the century! Mental eyes roll!

**** Author's note If you are here to read Pregnant for the bully, welcome. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a dark romance, it has sexual themes, and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again.

The plastic stick clatters onto the tile floor. It lands face up. We both freeze. Drakon looks at it. I look at it. The little window is clear. One pink line. Control. And right next to it... a second pink line. Dark. Undeniable. Positive. Drakon stares at it. The color drains from his face, leaving him gray and ghostly. The vein in his neck pulses. "You're pregnant," he whispers. "Drakon..." "You're pregnant." He looks up at me. His eyes are wet, but they burn with a hatred that cuts me to the bone. "And the math doesn't lie."

Zoraya The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth from the flames should have brought me comfort, yet my body still shivered as if trapped in an endless winter. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic storm that refused to settle. My heart was heavy, burdened by a truth I had only just begun to grasp. I was pregnant. At first, I had been too weak to comprehend it. Too exhausted to process what it truly meant. But now, as I placed my trembling hand over my stomach, realization set in like a sharp blade cutting through me.

I had stopped by the restroom earlier and washed off every sign of make up from my face. I wanted to look super unattractive so that once he see me, he'll change his mind about the marriage. I rose from the butter-soft leather sofa but I had been sitting for so long my legs gave a credible impression of belonging to a newborn foal. A premature newborn foal. I smoothed my damp hands down the front of my skirt. Approaching the still closed office door with anger bubbling like a boiling post in my belly. I stood in front of his office door and aligned my shoulders as if I was preparing for battle.