Pregnant Teenagers Novels & Stories

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.

She said, trying to keep the baby healthy. She had her period on Saturday, last month, they drank ginger tea and ate pineapple and parsley and ginger only, those all together may make a period come early for an adult woman or teen due to vitamin C. She also had a disorder that can cause periods at an early age. _ After it ended, the man raped her this month 28 days ago. She was found pregnant two weeks later. "If you aren't bleeding....you're still pregnant..." He says, panting. She is breathing heavily in panic and tears.

Her voice was steady, the voice of a woman who had rehearsed these words until they stopped feeling like weapons she was holding. "Not everything, not the pregnancy, but your name. The fact that you existed and mattered to him in a way I was being asked to stand directly in front of." She paused. "I was twenty-two. My family had an arrangement with the Hales that predated both of us, and I was told Sebastian was ready to move forward. Nobody told me what moving forward had cost someone else." My hands were flat on the table. I made sure they stayed that way. "You knew something and you married him anyway."

“And my room mates.” “It is good that you have those resources,” he agreed. “But it is good for you to connect with other women undergoing the same changes that you are, share experiences…” “Are there other eighteen years old unsure who the father is of her baby who is planning on giving it up for adoption in those groups?” She asked him tartly. “No, there isn’t. I’m fine. Things are fine. I don’t need them.” She wasn’t talking about the pregnancy groups, and the doctor knew, his expression sympathetic.

Never cooked one dinner. Growing up in a housing project, she’d learned early about the consequences of dating the wrong man. Unwanted pregnancies had just been the beginning. She’d known several girls who’d been raped and abused by their boyfriends. Linda Monroe had been one of those girls. She’d become pregnant at fourteen, but she hadn’t had to worry about making the choice of keeping the baby or not. Her father, drunk on a week-long binge, had beaten Linda so severely when he’d learned she was pregnant that she’d miscarried.

although no one looked at me but everyone knew it was me and was impatiently waiting for what happened next. - You are suitable to enter our community because your intentions are not bad. But can we say where your place really lies? You must first find out what your destiny is because you are a special child...you are not a child of the Lord like the others and this is how the purpose of your time on earth is... ...honorable....you have been chosen to do the cleaning and may the lord be with you my child, there will be many obstacles and things will not always go as planned but make sure you always stay pure and you will be able to purify others.. A strange shiver ran down my spine as I trie

“Well, it’s your life. Why do I care, anyway? Are you keeping this baby?” “Yep. I can’t kill an innocent, can I?” “How will you handle everything? I would love to see an adorable toddler roaming around our house, but difficulties will come. You need to take care of our father’s business, and now you are about to become a teen mother.” “I’m eighteen,” I said firmly. “But still, you’re a student. You have not even graduated from school. Do you know how to change diapers and how to make milk? You’ll have to stay awake the entire night to take care of an infant. Look, this is a lot of shit you may change your mind.”

Jackson’s voice came out rough. “It’s no one’s fault except the people who started it.” Mom nodded, then looked between us. “But I need you both to hear me. I need you to understand something.” She took another breath. “You are teenagers. And rumors are one thing. But pregnancy is real. Sex is real. Consequences are real.” Jackson made a sound like he wanted to disappear. I felt my face heat up instantly. Mom kept going anyway, firm now. “I’m not accusing either of you of doing something. I’m saying life can change in one moment. One mistake. One decision.”

She would contact her lawyer as soon as she would get back to her office tomorrow. A nurse came running and she was about to barge in the room when she noticed Cassandra instead, “Doctor, thank God you’re here! There’s an emergency.” She didn’t need to be told twice. She hastily followed the nurse who detailed the situation to her. A seventeen-year-old was having childbirth complications and they were losing her. Underage pregnancy. Damn it. It was happening more often than it should. She dashed in the room, ignoring the distraught family outside. A cacophonous plethora of sounds ranging from monitors beeping furiously to the teenage girl screaming in pain escaped the soundproof room briefly

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..."