Teenage Mothers Stories Novels & Stories

“Neither is mine.” I stare into his eyes before caving. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone my story, normally everyone already knows. I am not sure where to even begin. “Well it began before I was even born. My mother was kidnapped and raped at the age of sixteen, thus conceiving my sister and I. Her parents were killed and her uncle raised her. We lived in the apartment above the restaurant with our mother and it was a happy six years. That all changed when mom learned about what she truly, we thought we were human, and the attackers began.”

Ahsan’s voice was suddenly harsh. "But not the things she said about me," Kate said thickly. "My mother was a prostitute, and I assume that my father was one of her clients." I wasn’t conceived in an act of love but in some dark alley with a stranger who paid for sex. My mother sold her body and spent the money she earned on her drug habit. She stared down at her hands, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes. "We come from vastly different worlds, Ahsan, and mine wasn’t a nice one." When I was fourteen, I joined a street gang and was drawn into a life of crime. "I was successfully prosecuted for shoplifting, and it was only because it was my first known offense that I wasn’t sent to a ju

"Now, my dear, tell me everything. Let it all out. What's been causing you so much pain?" Vivian took a deep breath, feeling the safety of her mother's presence, and began to recount her story. She spoke of her encounter with Ted, the complex emotions that had stirred within her, the moments of weakness that had led to intimacy, and the unexpected pregnancy that had thrown her life into turmoil. Her words flowed freely, guided by the understanding and support she felt from her mother. Regina listened attentively, her gaze unwavering and her heart open to her daughter's pain.

My entire body ached with exhaustion. Anthony’s mother had been a stripper, that was how she met Theo, they had a fling and Anthony was born. His mother left him at an orphanage home, owned by a Catholic church. Anthony spent the first five years of his life there, before his mother, Catherine, came back for him. They moved around a lot, never stayed in any state up to a year.

They don't tell you that when you sign on. We were street kids who had no future. My mother was a single formerly raped teenager whose parent's didn't believe she had been abused. She had done everything she could to make sure I had a great life, and I repaid her by taking this job because it paid well and allowed me to give her a decent funeral. "She was easy to find. I got her address right after you left." He is giddy that he figured something out, and I have to admit that he is getting better at being a partner.

It turns out that her own mother, who is now in prison, seduced organized crime men, didn't listen to her parents, where she wanted more than her poor parents could give, had a happy childhood, she just didn't like having to accept their orders. So, she got involved with a man who became a pimp, where she got addicted to drugs, before the age of 16, left home, got pregnant by one of the clients in the midst of crime, was dumped by several pimps, lovers to boyfriends, where she had already had 5 children when she turned 19.

A blush crept up her cheeks and she rolled her eyes with a scoff trying to hide it. "You flatter me, darling," she said and I shook my head, sitting up straight in my seat, and turning to face her completely. "I mean it. You found out you were pregnant, had thoughts of killing your child, and ended up keeping him despite the fact that you knew you couldn't properly care for a child You were brave in one of the toughest situations and you struggled to create a life for your baby. I've met a few single teenage mums in my life but they all gave up their kids or couldn't take up the responsibility of being a parent," I said.

I never had sex with anyone until I finished high school. Why is that? I come from a very complicated background, but for the sake of time, I’ll simplify it for you. My mother came from a very conservative family, but she was the wild one. She did all the things you wouldn’t expect from such a family, like dying her hair, wearing bold clothing, and sneaking out at night to go God knows where. Well, until she turned eighteen and showed up pregnant with me. Apparently, her parents were too furious and kicked her out. My dad denied me, too, so Mom didn’t have a place to go.

He threatened her. My mom had her dignity and she didn't chase him.Nobody knew it.Time went by and her belly became so big that she couldn't hide it into her large clothes.Thus her parents(who were very strict) discovered that she was pregnant,that she was hiding her pregnancy and that the baby is 《fatherless》.She told them about the whole story,but they didn't care,she got thrown out of her parents house,i mean ,my 'grandparents' house.They threw all her clothes outside,on the streets,insulting her in front of everyone.They didn't have any pity for that poor pregnant girl who was fooled by a stupid boy.My mother went away ,and she had some savings.She rent a room and studied at the same tim

In the end, she concluded that if Cora was not willing to talk, she would have shut the door in their faces like they had expected her to. "Could you please tell me what happened?" She asked politely, hoping it would make it easier for the other to open up. It sure did. Cora drank the remaining juice in her glass and held the jug above the cups. "Do you still not trust it?" When they didn't respond, she shrugged. "Your loss." She refilled her glass and took a sip, but looking at her, her expression was that of one who was drinking something tasteless. "My mother was just a teenager when she got pregnant. Her parents forced her to give the baby up for adoption once it was born."