Pregnant Teenagers Novels & Stories

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

"What gives them the right to demand for me? Do they think they can just wake up one day and demand for us like their next order? Some fancy earring or necklace? Stupid people and their pride." 'Thing' they had called them a 'Thing' not 'babies' or any other cute names grandparents should call their unborn grandkids. She saw where they came from, their only daughter who they have planned so much for her future, ends up pregnant for the son of a drunk and well known gambler. They had the right to get angry, they had the right to punish her mother, but they had no excuse kicking an eighteen year pregnant teenager out on the street, to leave with a boyfriend who could barely support himself.

My gown rides up, giving him free access to my skin and he traces random shapes on my thigh. “Four in ten girls will get pregnant at least once before they are twenty,” Daddy starts. His eyes are fixed on me as he picks a slice of turkey with his fork and my cheeks burn brighter than Ben’s. I will send all his patients a video of him dancing in his onesie. I will tell his co-workers he likes to sing in the shower. That he dislikes a staff member by the name Martha but only tolerates her because of her age and experience. Also, on game nights, he wears pink onesies so he can collect free beers. “That’s eight hundred thousand teen pregnancies a year.”

I stared at my mum in shock, so this is what she has been trying to drive out. "Yes mum, I'm still a virgin." I replied, moving away from her side and getting under my duvet. I can't believe this. I pulled the duvet to my chest region and stared at her. "Are you sure?" She pestered. "Yes, I am." I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'm just worried about you, some young teenage boys just look for innocent girls to deflower, I don't want you to be there prey. I don't want the life of my baby girl to be ruined at this early age. The rate of teenage pregnancies has increased drastically."

She would even see them kiss at the corners of the classrooms when they’re on breaks, or in some dark alleys after school like it’s a normal thing for students to do. This year is her last year at the university, so it should be normal for students to have relationships, but during high school...? She doesn’t think so. Her aunties and father have been crystal clear in reminding her from time to time to not have any boyfriends until she’s old enough. Well, her father said, “until she’s old enough”, but her aunties said, “until she finishes school”. Correct, her aunties are stricter than her father. Reasonably, she can’t blame them. Teenage pregnancy has been very rampant in society nowadays.

"Now I'm afraid to go back to them! I'm afraid that he will keep on tutoring me until I pass out in his arms again. I don't wanna go back there. *I don't wanna go back to that scary evil Man again. It's okay dear! You're safe with me here and I promise you, I ain't gonna let anything happen to you! I won't let that man find you okay? "Okay ma'am!" Come here give me a hug! They embrace each other as she pet her back. Rebecca understands how it is for a teenager to get pregnant. She understands it because she has seen a lot of them for a very long time now suffering in the road because there's no one to help them.

Many wedding clients each year are already pregnant when they walk down the aisle. The only issue with Andrew and Isabella's situation was that Isabella was quite young when she got pregnant. However, she was over eighteen, not a minor. Nowadays, it's not uncommon to see seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls at the obstetrics and gynecology department for abortions. Andrew didn't make Isabella get an abortion; instead, he took on the responsibility a man should, making his image significantly more respectable in the eyes of the public. Next, it was time for questions.

Sensing trouble, Camilla tried to flee, but I grabbed her firmly. "I warned you last time, yet you dared to come back. I won't let you off this time!" She immediately panicked, and the nearby elderly women quickly stepped in, holding her down and surrounding her. Camilla grew visibly frightened while Lisa was rushed to the hospital. At seven months pregnant, Lisa delivered prematurely. Her baby was sent to the incubator, but she could not afford the expenses. The apartment she lived in was only a rental, and her plan to leverage the situation for internet fame had utterly backfired. My decisive evidence and videos shattered their schemes.

Aaron says. As though on cue, one of the junior scientists steps forward. She goes over to the board, snapping her fingers. Immediately, a large setup is displayed on the screen. I tilt my head to the side, slightly more interested now. The manager continues speaking as she works alongside him, making pictorial references to the situation. "A couple of months ago, Raven Mines appeared in the market. They didn’t seem remarkable at first, but recently their fame has skyrocketed..." Part of me listens to what Aaron is saying, but the greater part is still uninterested. I stare hard at the screen the junior scientist is displaying, but my focus seems to have compromised with something else entir

The boyfriends she always brought to the house were muscular and she always make stupid noises, whenever she's on bed with them in her room, forgetting that she had a nearly seventeen years old in the house. Is she that desperate to get married? The man seems rich though or probably wealthy, because the shoe he was wearing cost a couple thousands of dollars. I looked at him for a couple more minutes and turned my face away, ignoring him and heading back to the food I prepared earlier. I don't want to interact with an idiot and a pervert. "Don't worry, dear,' my mom said with her sweet voice and rubbed his chest with her hand. "She's just a teenager, once we get married she will be used to yo