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Boyce's words were like muffled thunder, cutting straight down from her top and separating her blood from her flesh. Sometimes she was crazy, and sometimes she was like a lifeless puppet lying on the ground. On the second floor. Thera frowned. Boyce only said two simple sentences, but these two sentences shocked him a lot. Yedda was pregnant at the age of sixteen? And gave birth to a child? This was also a bolt out of the blue for him. A 16-year-old girl was still underage. Now, he finally understood what Boyce meant by saying that he would be surprised.

She is a cautious girl who has never had a boyfriend at school. Jeanne asks in a slightly shaky voice: - Mia, what's wrong with you? Mia suddenly freezes. She grips the edge of the sink and clasps her hands. Since she has decided to have this baby, Jeanne will have to know sooner or later. She turns to look at her mother and gathers her courage. - Mom, I'm pregnant. Jeanne loses her balance for a moment and takes a step back. She can't believe it, because her daughter has just turned eighteen.

Bella lived in a luxurious house provided by Lucienne. A two-story house with a narrow backyard, a white fence that was always locked, and a security camera in the corner of the roof. Everything seemed perfect, complete with an additional contract that Bella signed without saying much. "If you get pregnant, the facilities will be upgraded. A bigger house. Permanent servants. A personal guard." The words were written coldly on the paper. Pregnancy as a condition for promotion. Bella didn't feel like a mother-to-be. She was more like someone waiting for a verdict.

He exclaimed and a smile crept into my face but what about the other news, the child is not mine or what. "The bad news is that, your mate here is too weak for the pregnancy. The child she's carrying has an alpha blood. So she will have to lose consciousness at interval until she passed the second trimester . What you have to do is always make her feel comfortable, don't stress her, touch her twice in every seven days so that her body can get accustom to yours. Note her first trimester ends today and her second trimester starts tomorrow. Too much pressure and oily food might put her life in great danger." The doctor said and I felt a pang on my chest. The child is a threat to her life for th

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

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

“Can we start over or can you tell me what I have to do so you can forgive me?” I bit my bottom lip while my eyes wandered around. There was nothing she could do. I needed time. She has been a villain in this life. Well, at least until I turned eighteen. My eyes moved to my belly and a certain shock moved through me. I’m eighteen and pregnant with twins. Okay, maybe not truly eighteen, but still it was shocking with everything that happened after my birthday. Matina took my hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “You’re going to be a great mom.”

the woman says to the unborn child tears going down her face, it wasn't her fault, she wanted to have kids, everyone does, she wanted to be happy and celebrate their birth, but the way the baby was conceived. Nine-month ago, she was out partying with her friends, she's only seventeen, it's the first time she gets to get out and party with the rest of the pack, but she was too young, she didn't have anyone to make sure she's keeping up with them, she didn't have a mate or a close friend.

He stared at her, his vulnerability and sadness breaking her heart, but he sat anyway, and she linked their fingers, hoping that her warmth could be of help to him. "I... was eighteen when I got pregnant from a drunken night during our graduation after party. It was my first time, and I didn't even remember the man afterwards because...it was a one night stand and I was shitty drunk. I came from a poor home but I had it all planned out; I already got an offer from a small TV commercial and scaled through an audition to play a minor role in a movie..."

I never asked her about her parents specifically so I tried that night because I felt like I didn't want to sleep and so did she. "So how're your parents? " I asked "Let's not talk about it now please" "Oh, it's okay. You can tell me everything. If you want you know" "Trust me, you don't want to know about it " "Try me" She wrote a long message telling me what was going on: <

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