Pregnant Emo Novels & Stories

Her belly was swollen and round, unmistakably pregnant. Mom fainted on the spot. Adam clutched the body and pounded his chest over and over. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Why did I leave you alone?" Everyone around him offered their condolences. Even passersby pulled out their phones to record the heartbreaking scene. That was when I appeared. "Adam, why are you crying? Who are you holding?"

“But I really want to have a child. I’m okay with becoming an old single mom as long as I get to have my own baby.” I sighed deeply. That might just become my life motto from now on. “Hmm, So basically, you want to get pregnant by someone you don’t even love? Just some random guy? Or are you planning to get inseminated or something?” she asked sarcastically. I slowly nodded. “Yes. I’ll get pregnant by a random guy. And there won’t be any connection between us. No relationship at all. I’ll choose a guy who only feels lust so he won’t chase after me or my child,” I said straightforwardly.

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

“No more talking about him! He’s not worth our time.” She glanced over at me, her lips twitching into a small smirk like she was trying to pull me out of my depression. “How about this, tonight, we go to a bar, get a couple of drinks, and just let loose? You need to relax properly, Emma.” I hesitated, my hand instinctively moving to rest on my flat stomach. My thumb brushed against my shirt, and I felt a strange mix of emotions well up in my chest. “But... I’m pregnant,” I said, my voice quiet.

Although I felt disgusted, I kissed her on her lips and neck as I comforted her. Soon, Vicky melted into my touch and looked at me flirtatiously. She was always needy and was incredibly open when it came to intimacy. Then, she guided my hand down her body. As expected, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "You are pregnant. We can't," I said and pulled away before things went further. Then, I fled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would douse the flames inside me. I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore, but I knew it wasn't time just yet.

“I look forward to it.” “Really? Because last time you were here, you looked terrified when he tried to climb on your lap.” “Last time I was here, I didn't know how to handle a one-year-old. Now I've been reading parenting books.” I stared at him. “You have been reading parenting books?” “Research,” he said defensively. “Knowledge preparation.” Sophia's delighted squeal made us both wince. “You are pregnant! Oh my God, Em, you are pregnant! When? How far along? Boy or girl? I'm going to be an aunt!”

” He stands waiting. “I don’t know,” I whisper, now realising that I am going to have to tell them about that night; tears gather in the corner of my eyes, and I fight to hold them in. “I shouldn’t be pregnant, it shouldn’t be possible,” I say, trying to argue with my own body. Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? I told myself I wouldn’t get pregnant, not that first time. That is just bad luck. “Harlyn, please speak to us. Who is he?” Colton looks at me, waiting for me to give a name. How do I give a name when I don’t know it?

Why did you believe her lies? Later that evening, Emery stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her skin was paler, her eyes carried permanent shadows, but there was something else now — a strange glow she couldn’t explain. Her palm rested on her belly, flat but no longer meaningless. She whispered, “It’s you and me now.” Her chest tightened. Tears rolled again, but this time they were different. Not just sadness — fear, hope, a quiet kind of determination. Ethan barged into the room suddenly, his grin wide. “Emery!” he shouted, running to her. “Mum told me! You’re gonna have a baby?!”

Aekeira shouted right back. “I lost my child!” The confession exploded from Emeriel in an agonized scream ripped from the depths of her soul. “I was pregnant, and I lost my baby!” Emeriel’s chest was too full, it hurt too much. And because there was no more room for the pain, it was bursting through her. “I was cr-crying too much, h-hurting myself too much. I was too weak, and because of that, I lost my p-pregnancy!” The more she screamed, the worse it hurt.

I held her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. "Shall we go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Did we leave anything? Any appliances?" She shook her head. We walked hand-in-hand out of the building. I suppose this is normal for a couple – to argue and have misunderstandings over small things. The doctor told me that during this stage of pregnancy, Eumerriah would be more emotional, easily angered, and prone to self-pity. Other than that, her pregnancy was not delicate. She’s perfectly fine.