Teenage Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

When I got to the city, I stayed at a cheap motel for a week, but I needed a job before my savings ran out, so I started looking for one, and I was lucky to find one in a coffee shop and bar. Everything was working smoothly; I rented a small apartment and bought a laptop to take an online bachelor's degree in software engineering, until I found out that I was pregnant with not one baby but three babies. I was knocked up after one night with my mate . just fucking great! I remember we never used condoms that night; we fucked our brains out like horny rabbits. I freaked out. I was alone and pregnant at the age of eighteen. How will I raise a werewolf pup alone when I can barely take care of my

She moved closer, forcing Cade to move back in dread until he stumbled over the sofa and fell back, “Let me tell you how I’ve led my life since then. Firstly, I was ridiculed by everyone in school. Then I got thrown out by my father— which really wouldn’t have been a problem since I was planning to move out but I lost everything. All the money I stole from him in preparation for my runaway was confiscated by my beloved boyfriend whom I cheated on that night. I was pregnant and homeless for several weeks before I found myself a job that got me a place to sleep. I gave birth after almost 10 hours of horrible labor and excruciating pain and the poor baby wasn't even healthy when she was born, n

All he was waiting for was me to step inside, and then we'll be off, which I didn't hesitate to do. He sits across from me in the helicopter, and I stare through the window. The memory and the scenery of everything feels like déjà vu, and I immediately remember the night after my one-night stand with Jasmine, when I was whisked off at the very next moment on a plane to Italy, back where I belonged, to finish up the business I started. Then at one of my most heartbreaking events of all time, I was expected not to show any hint of emotion at all. That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave

“Twenty-nine.” “Hmm. Close to my age. I’m turning twenty-six next month.” “Wow.” “Ever been married? I mean, obviously, before Massimo and his bullshit.” I laugh awkwardly. “No.” “Kids?” My lips twitch slightly “None of my own. What about you?” She glances at me sideways. “Well, I once got pregnant when I was fifteen. Mama made me abort the baby to avoid bringing shame to the family. I would consider that my first and last encounter with having kids.”

We are always contented with whatever we can lay our hands-on. Mum got pregnant with me when she was in high school, which resulted in her dropping out. My dad never got into high school because his parent couldn't afford it. He assisted his dad to work on a neighbor's farm where they earned their minimum wage. That was till he discovered mum was pregnant and had to start working on his own to be able to take care of mum who was kicked out of the house by her foster parents. I do not have a boyfriend, I have never really fancied any guy enough to be able to go out with them, and the thought of being pregnant and dashing all of my parent's hope is a big turn-off.

She could still remember how she got it ten years ago as punishment for dating Michelle’s dream guy. A tear dropped down her cheek. Then two. Then a silent flood. She knew the story of what happened between her mother and father. Her mother had recounted it to her. They had both attended the same High school where she always did his assignments as well as his quizzes and in return, he would pay her. She had come from a poor family with no social background and his family had quickly rejected her because of her status. She had wanted to leave but Warren had insisted on her giving him time to convince his parents. She loved him so deeply and couldn’t afford to lose him so she agreed to wait un

Lissa uttered, and I immediately know that is the start of her life story. Back when we're at the plane, she already told me how she got pregnant at a very young age and how she didn’t tell her parents, and the story goes on. Her story is so true to life that you would know it’s not sprinkled with sugar and spice; especially with her choices of words and description that I knew she’s always been an authentic human being.

"She gоt mе іnѕіdе, аnd ѕаt mе down, аnd told me ѕhе was pregnant. The fаthеr was a guу ѕhе’d bееn ѕееіng, аnd thеу wеrе trуіng tо wоrk it out, but ѕhе was going tо hаvе thе bаbу аnуwау. Shе cried аnd tоld mе I lооkеd lіkе Dаd. She tоld mе ѕhе nееdеd me mоrе than еvеr. It was lіkе we were replaying thе еаrlу ѕсеnеѕ thаt hарреnеd bеtwееn mу Mоm and Dаd." "It wаѕ lеѕѕ than a уеаr since wе’d lеft. Shе wаѕ ѕеvеntееn, аnd I w аѕ eighteen by thеn, but wе wеrе twenty уеаrѕ оldеr on the іnѕіdе, аnd оn оur fаkе ID. I knеw I had tо grow thе fuсk uр. Sо I dіd. I ѕtаrtеd gоіng tо AA. It sucked, but I mеt some good people and they hеlреd mе.”

It was a white boy, a one-night stand. To be exact, a hit it and quit it type of thing. When she found out that she was pregnant with me, she decided to keep the fetus, even though it was hard for her. She was in high school, for goodness’ sake, but her aunt helped her to continue her studies and take care of me, too.

I stood there, staring at her while my fingers tightened around the money in my hand. Her friend, who had been standing a short distance away, suddenly laughed. "Selena, leave the girl alone," she said, walking toward us. "Come on." But Selena wasn't finished. She looked at my bare finger again before shaking her head. "Getting pregnant without even being married," she muttered. "Some people don't have any sense." Something inside my chest tightened. For a second, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her that I had been married, that I had once worn a wedding ring, and that I had spent years desperately wishing for a child while being made to feel like I was somehow defective be