Novel & Cerita Pregnant Emo

“Are you alright? Why do you look like—?” Her sister crossed the room, collapsed into her arms, and started bawling. The kind where the sobs are harsh and violent as if dragged from the soul. “Speak to me, what’s going on!?” Aekeira was panicking more with every sob. “You’re frightening me! You know you shouldn’t be crying like this; you’re pregnant for light’s sake!” Now she was crying too, unable to hold back. “Em, please!” Still, Emeriel only wept.

The pregnant and turbulent dark clouds of mental and emotional agony settled deeply within her, refusing to leave. Too engrossed in her pain, Emerald didn't hear the sharp call of her name from his lips, neither did she hear the approach of rapid footsteps nearing her until she felt him wrap his arms around her. It wasn't until she was cuddled up in a familiar embrace, it was only until a familiar deep and husky voice whispered in her ears to let it all out, did she finally open her mouth to cry and the entire household echoed with her agonising wails. ▬▬▬▬▬

Damien turned to look at Emelia with disgust, he found her awake, even though her eyes were glazed over and she seemed unaware of where she was. " Poor Emelia " He cooed in false sympathy " Pregnant and all alone " Her eyes widened in shock at the revelation and Damien chuckled darkly. " How ironic. You don't even know you are pregnant, do you? How about you take a guess, whose bastard are you carrying? " " I...I don't know "

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

“Girl, your hair needs serious maintenance. When was the last time your estilista saw you?” I manage a weak smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “That’s the least of my worries right now, Cali.” She laughs softly, but it fades when she sees how defeated I look. “What’s going on? You look like someone died. Another heartbreak? Did that idiot Nox try something again?” I take a deep breath, my hands wrapped tightly around my untouched coffee. “I’m pregnant.” Calista flinches slightly, then breaks into a bright smile. “Wait, really? That’s actually good news, babe!” She adjust on her seat with so much excitement. “You’re thirty. You’d make an amazing mom. And with Nox—”

I nodded in understanding, suppressing my smile and he just shrugged, giving me a cheeky grin. After the ceremony was over, Emma came over to me and pulled me in for a hug. “Congratulations, babe. You look damn hot for someone who is pregnant.” She cheered and I laughed, rolling my eyes. She was the one who looked hot, wearing a black bodycon dress that hugged her figure. She should seriously try modeling. “How are things with Jake?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s a disaster, Em. All I want to do is to jump his bones. This pregnancy is turning me into a sex maniac. It’s really hard to stay mad at him.” I whined and she laughed at my misery.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

I didn't deserve to live like this. The day of the assault flashed through my head and all I could see were bloody sheets and bruised thighs. I shook feverishly as I remembered the day I'd found out I was pregnant. My breath came out in sharp gasps as I clutched the material of my joggers, willing myself to forget. Breathe, Mel. Please. I lay in a foetal position, my hands placed firmly on my ears, trying to block out my screams from that day. After a while, I felt Nana's warm hands wrap around me in a tight embrace.

he mumbles. “Thank you, but I got it from here,” I fake a smile when in reality, I’m breaking on the inside. My emotions are all over the damn place thanks to the pregnancy hormones. “We probably shouldn’t go downstairs together.” He chuckles. “Good idea.” That smile... Damn it. My eyes are getting all blurry, but I turn around before Wesley can see my tears. All I want is to get the hell away from him before I’m reduced to nothing. The hormones are seriously making me act insane...

I can’t help that little tremor inside of me that feels a lot like guilt, heartbreak and despair, and shove it back down. “You have never had to deal with something like this that affects you both equally… He was always your rock and it was your pain; I don’t think you quite know how to handle him in pain and it’s making you defensive. Arrick doesn’t know how to be what he has been for you when he’s consumed with his own grief. You are both walking blind and making a mess of it.” Emma slides her hand loosely in mine on the comforter and squeezes it gently. “I was only pregnant for like five minutes; how can it make everything fall apart?” I get tearful, washing waves of something sliding up