Pregnant Emo Novels & Stories

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

] In my head, my son's soft voice suddenly twisted into a shrill, panicked scream that made my eardrums throb. [In our last life, Grandma and those loan sharks dragged you up these steps. You refused to marry that guy, no matter what, and they shoved you down. You hemorrhaged on the spot, had a miscarriage, and lost me. Mommy, protect your belly!] The agony from my past life overlapped with the present, and a chill shot up my spine, heading straight to my skull. I stared at the tall concrete steps in front of me, my palms turning clammy. I couldn't believe that Molly was really willing to drive a pregnant woman to her death to pay off a hundred-plus thousand dollars in gambling debts.

Lena said, and meant every word of it completely. They talked for a while longer, Clara describing the particular exhaustion of early pregnancy alongside a toddler who had opinions about everything now, her husband's predictably overprotective response to the news, the general logistics of building a family that kept growing in a life that already felt, from everything Clara described, entirely full and settled.

A month ago, I’d secretly reached out to Emma—Amara’s friend. I'd expected reluctance. Excuse. Distance. But the second I mentioned Amara’s name, her voice had cracked. Where is she? What happened? Tell me what I can do. I'd explained only enough—Amara was struggling emotionally, her pregnancy had been affected, and she needed someone familiar. Emma came immediately. She met Elena, they talked, and afterwards she told me quietly, almost reverently. “She felt better. Less angry. She ate. She didn't miss her medication.”

It felt wrong in a way I couldn’t explain or argue myself out of. This wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was just a quiet certainty that no matter how messy this was, no matter how scared I felt, I couldn’t undo it. I wouldn’t. How in the world was I to face Noah? How would I tell him that I was pregnant and I didn’t even know the Father. No level of explanation would make him see me less of a slut! I’m genuinely scared!

He rose from the chair and left my office. My chin quivers and I can feel a thickness in my throat. Is this guilt that I'm feeling right now? I don't know what I'm feeling at the moment. And it's all because of my mother. She's turned me into a person I don't recognize or understand. At age 30, I could have been married like my peers, but I'm still single because I now despise all women, thinking that they're all the same. Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me.

Please ma'am you can't do this. You're currently pregnant and this means you now know how it feels to be a mother. And today the mothers of this land are begging you for their children's safety. Those people out there would harm our children if nothing's done about them. You have to stop them." "But how... Maybe you don't know this but I'm no longer powerful like I used to because... I no longer possess demonic powers and as of now, I'm only a serpent and nothing more."she explained but these women didn't seem convinced instead they stared at her like she just said something shocking.

Where has he been when I was struggling first? "Mommy?" Kids come into the room. I've been crying. During pregnancy, sensitive times. "You should know, I was pregnant. And pregnant women are sensitive. This, in fact, invites noise. Always, have you around me. It makes me emotional. When will you change?" I cried even more. "Mommy don't crying." Kelsea approached me. I hugged my daughter. "You guys just play there, Mommy wants to sleep." I need to calm myself down before it explodes again. By holding back all emotions, cries mixed up. I climb into bed and contemplate all my fate. My chest feels tight. It felt like screaming, to take it all out.

' "But you used protection, right?" Aerys asked Emilia after noticing that Emilia ate what she avoided and, at the same time, avoided what she liked to eat. 'She's not pregnant. Right? I mean, from what Emilia said, It's a one-night-stand.' A few months have passed when Emilia has visited the hospital and confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Aerys has kept updated on what Emilia has been up to these days. She was also aware of Emilia's plans to resign from her job.

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.”