Pregnant Emo Novels & Stories

] 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.

And I stood at the glass and felt the words land one by one, each one very precise, very thorough in its damage. I had told myself so many things over three years. That he was complicated. That he was shaped by loss, by grief, by the weight of the Alpha position. That the bond between fated mates didn’t always feel like a fairytale at first. That patience was not weakness. The pregnancy report was still folded against my ribs. I had brought it here thinking it would change something. Someone near the door glanced out and saw me through the glass. I watched their eyes register my face, watched them recognize me, watched them say something to the person beside them.

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.”

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

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!

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.”