Pregnancyloss Stories

She was the one thing he never should've touched... and the only thing he couldn't survive losing. Loud, impulsive, and the definition of fucked up, Lamar Davis is a gangster with a reputation he can't afford to lose. He's spent his whole life surviving Los Santos on loyalty and pride-the kind that keeps a man standing when bullets start flying. Using the De Santa name in the streets should be easy. But one look at the girl who's somehow stayed soft in a city determined to make everyone hard cracks something open in Lamar that he doesn't know how to close. The more he circles her world, the more he wants into it. The more he touches her life, the less willing he becomes to let her go. And when Los Santos finally discovers the one thing Lamar Davis would burn the whole city down to protect, loving Taylor stops being his greatest weakness. It becomes his most dangerous one. ⸻ Michael De Santa's youngest daughter carries her scars without surrendering the best parts of herself, meeting the world head-on with playful warmth, sharp honesty, stubborn courage, and a hope that refuses to die. Then Lamar crashes into her life. He is everything she has been taught to stay away from-gang colors, tattoos, guns, bad decisions, and enough trouble to fill every street between Rockford Hills and Chamberlain. He should terrify her. Instead, he becomes the place she feels safest. What begins as stolen glances and dangerous attraction becomes something neither of them knows how to survive: love. The kind that makes Lamar dream about a life beyond the streets and Taylor believe she might finally have found someone who won't ask her to become smaller just to keep her safe. In a city built on violence, a De Santa and a Forum Gangster fall into a love that was never meant to exist-and discover that the most dangerous thing in Los Santos was never the hood. It was giving someone enough of your heart to destroy you.

Cordelia came home for a fresh start, not a reckoning. After three years away, she's back in her hometown, unpacking boxes, rebuilding a life, and trying not to fall apart before noon. She can handle the move. She can handle seeing her best friend Jade again. She can even handle her brother James barging back into her space like no time has passed. What she cannot handle is Levi. James's best friend was never supposed to show up at her door, let alone help her move in like he still belongs in the shape of her life. But one knock later, there he is: older, sharper, impossible to ignore, and attached to a past Cordelia has spent years trying to outrun. Now, stuck in a too-small townhome with too much history and nowhere to hide, Cordelia is forced to face the one person she never really got over... while pretending she's perfectly fine. She isn't. And Levi can tell. He was James's best friend. Older. Watchful. Untouchable. The kind of man who notices everything and says almost nothing. But some loves don't begin all at once. They build over years. In glances. In silence. In almosts. In the quiet certainty of being seen too clearly by the wrong person at the worst possible time. By the time Cordelia and Levi finally belong to each other, their love is already bigger than either of them knows what to do with. Then life comes for them. This is a story about Black love that refuses to stay pretty and shallow. It is tender, sexy, devastating, funny, faithful, and full of the kind of intimacy that only comes when two people have seen each other at their absolute worst and still say stay.

She thought motherhood would feel soft, like something she was always meant to become. And when two pink lines finally appeared, she let herself love something she hadn't even met yet. But loss doesn't just take what was growing, it takes pieces of who you were becoming with it. Now, standing in the quiet aftermath of grief, she finds herself staring at two lines again. This time, hope doesn't come gently. It comes tangled in fear, memory, and the haunting question of what if it happens again? A raw story about love, loss, and the fragile courage it takes to try again; when your heart isn't the same as it was before.

A collection of poems to do with infertility, pregnancy loss, and depression.

R.I.P

Story is based on pregnancy loss and is just my story to create awareness on miscarriage and express my emotions through writing.

A deeply personal and gripping memoir excerpt about my experience with pregnancy loss, a terminal prenatal diagnosis and a medically indicated termination. Warning: this may be hard to digest.

When you fall in love with an identical twin, are you falling in love in with one person or two? When Grayson met Evangeline everything changed, can everything be perfect when your whole world is falling apart? Part one is complete Part two is now published. Sequel now up!!! Oh Dakota #129 - Heartache - 2019 #13 -

A poem about miscarriage

It's the summer of 2016 and a young Latina-Canadian and French-Cameroonian boy meet in Paris and fall in love. But what happens when they return home to Cameroon amidst a year of huge changes in Valentina's life? With dialogue reflecting the characters' first and second languages and showing the challenges of cross-cultural dating, this is a story for the TCKs and immigrants who's first loves were so very different from them and yet understood them like no one else could.

Heaven Has Two Jacks A Mother's Story of Love, Loss, and Unbreakable Faith When Jackie Totten dreamed of motherhood, she pictured a house full of laughter, tiny feet, and endless love. Her second pregnancy began with joy and anticipation-but ended in heartbreak when she gave birth to her beautiful son, Jack Lynn, too soon. In this deeply personal memoir, Jackie shares the story of carrying a life she could not keep, the sacred hours she held her son, and the faith that carried her through unimaginable grief. With honesty and grace, she reflects on the strength found in love, the healing power of faith, and the eternal bond between a mother and her child. Heaven Has Two Jacks is a story of loss-but more than that, it's a story of love that never ends.

A short poem on the feeling and riding out the emotions you feel when you suffer a loss.

Rabi'atu was taken away to a resort to rest after she had lost her pregnancy. The rest that followed was her journey to healing.

In the mundane, ordinary details that gave meaning to his life, she was in the background as his friend's younger sister. Nothing of much significance and notice. But it was just a matter of time before a serendipitous series of events interweaved, sketched and painted her fate into his. Their bland and irrelevant conversations became soulful. In their secret meetings, they shared their woes, the aches in their hearts, the most fatal of their flaws, their greatest victories and soon, the flutter that had began in the core of their beings. There was comfort in being together and a calm that grips their souls in the presence of each other. It took little courage, many inhalations and exhalations of air and break out of cold sweat for Yusuf to confess his feelings, reveal their relationship and lay down his intention to tie the knot with his friend's younger sister, Amatullah. In their marital life, they rebirth, reformed and evolved. This profound feeling brought luminance to their souls and they reflected on each other like the brilliance of a thousand stars. Then one tragic incident changed it all. He lost his mother. She lost their pregnancy and went into denial. His family was thrown into a mess by the loss. Souls were bruised. Hearts were broken. And their relationship was affected. Everything he did to save them proofed to be futile. Their once bright sky had become be-darkened with grief. The embers of his soul couldn't even illuminate hers. The whole incident left him with a trail of questions. One of them was, will this make or break their marriage?

My journey after my miscarriage

This piece was written during my second pregnancy, reflecting on my first pregnancy which was unfortunately ectopic.

At twenty-one, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I was freshly divorced, broke, unemployed, living in a house without electricity, grieving the woman who raised me, and getting high enough to forget my life existed. Then I met him. He was handsome. He was confident. And from the moment he looked at me, I felt wanted. That should've been enough. It wasn't. Because I've always had a talent for choosing things that felt good in the moment and fucked me over later. Men. Drugs. Love. Loyalty. Second chances. I kept confusing chaos with passion and being needed with being loved. But the story doesn't end at twenty-one. Years later, I'm forced to face the consequences of the choices I made-and the ones I swore I'd never make again. There will be love. There will be betrayal. There will be loss. There will be a pregnancy I never expected, a baby I would do anything for, and a relationship that makes me question whether I've actually learned anything at all. Because sometimes the scariest part isn't realizing you've made a bad choice. It's realizing you'd make the same choice again. This is not a story about a girl who didn't know better. It's about a girl who thought she did.

A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and longing, "hiraeth" is a pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost. syilas's knew she had to run. and so she did.