Three Weeks, Nine Months, A Lifetime - Theresa Ellsworth - Wattpad

Three Weeks, Nine Months, A Lifetime

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LECTURES 84,311
Votes 2,415
Parties 41
Durée 4h 48m

Tissa McEwen knew who she was, and she knew what she wanted. She had good friends, good grades, a good life, but one day she messes that up. One day, her life takes a turn, and whether it's for better or for worse doesn't change the fact that in nine months, she'll be a mother.

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"My body wasn’t working. I was frozen for a few minutes in a single second of time. All I could see was my eyes. All I could feel was the water.
	When the water stopped flowing suddenly, something inside me snapped. My now dry eyes fell down to my belly where, supposedly, something was stirring.
	Someone.
	Beneath another veil of tears, I saw my mouth twitch. I wasn’t sure if this was normal, if such sudden happiness wasn’t just a side effect of shock.
	Perhaps I was going crazy.
	One more time, I glanced at the red cross on my sink, and then I put my hands on my belly, rubbing.
	In the mirror, my reflection smiled. "


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Unhealthy Obsession |18+|, écrit par CodiBlue

-Let's get this straight. From a dead end job to a useless crazy ex boyfriend- my happiness is with my best friend yet the fear of our relationship ending completely scares me and id rather fake it and be in fear than find out and never be happy. It sucks, seeing him everyday and knowing what i feel for him and how deep those feelings go is painful...- But when he comes around everything changes for the best and for the worst. As a whole they are deeply loved and equally as hated by others but the love from one another is undeniable, if only she wasnt so selfish with her choices and words- -Lying, cheating, sneaking, crying- many acts and emotions come from within when there's someone you love unaware of that love.. Possibly growing to love someone else right before your eyes..Its gut wrenching, i know because ive fucked up. Its worse when you're aware of the harm you cause yourself and others but dont care how the outcome turns out to be. Why would it matter how it effects you if youre used to pain and people leaving? it wouldnt. All because you take comfort in your own mind and mental illness, once you realize you have freewill it may become a bad thing if youre careless.- - Gabriella White.

Killing Me Slowly, écrit par -Melle

"Bless me with your sweet words, I undeservingly cherish." ~ I am my own undoing. I am my own worst nightmare. Glare and sneer all you wish, I've seen many others do much worse. They told me to look in the mirror, see myself as the world sees me. I saw a monster, he saw a broken girl. But that's the thing about broken things, it takes not only time, but patience, effort and hope to mend them. The broken can't be mended if they don't want to be. But that's the thing you see, the numbness I felt to the world was comforting, I couldn't be hurt anymore. I didn't want to mend. I thought my heart had dealt all it could, that anymore emotions would kill me. But that numbness, that empty void that had no fear, joy, love or hatred, it was killing me, slowly. A/N Sequel to 'Call Me Six'. WARNING: I do not edit my chapters because I have no time; they are written and posted in the brief intervals of my chaotic life. Expect grammar and spelling errors. This story revolves around the complications of teenage love, sex and slut shaming. This is not supposed to be taken offensively - quite the opposite actually.

Breathe, écrit par UnknownNER

Turning to my side, I gently cradle my stomach, the barely-there bump that used to protect my little peanut. Based on the books I read, she was only the size of a plum. Many people will tell me to get over this, that it wasn't a baby yet, just a clump of cells. But from the moment I knew I was pregnant, I loved her. -------------------------- # 2 heartache # 44 supportive Join Aria on her journey as she faces her sorrow, self-discovery and transformative love.

In Seven Months, écrit par pumpkinyara

Marriage was supposed to be Ashton's ultimate revenge- A game designed to destroy Katherine for breaking his heart. But some games spiral out of control. Katherine, on the other hand, isn't fighting for love. She's fighting to protect her child. She'll endure the torment, the lies, and the cruelty- Even if it means sacrificing herself to keep her baby safe. But destiny isn't kind. Trapped between a brutal choice; her life or her child's; Katherine only has seven months to decide. And perhaps... She's already made her decision. A story of desire, sacrifice, and the dangerous line between love and hate. Once you dive into their tangled web of passion and pain, there's no turning back. All rights reserved ®

Only Friends? [Completed] #wattys2016, écrit par Dikshax20

"We'll never break right?" she suddenly asked still gazing at the sky. I chuckled bringing her closer to me "I promise I'll not let anyone or anything break us" I promised. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You don't have to go" she said sniffling. "I have to Sam. It's for the best" I said and kissed her forehead. As soon as I kissed her, she burst into breathless tears. "Please Nick, please don't go. What about her? What about me?" she said motioning towards the my new born daughter. "She has you and Bryan. I'm sure he'll be a great dad for her" I said and forced a smile. She continued crying and I hugged her tight to calm her down. After she quieted down into soft sniffles I broke the hug and said "Good bye". I didn't look back after that because if I did, I would start having second thoughts about my decision. I pacified myself saying that 'It's for the best'. But was it really so?

Love Happens (Completed), écrit par sigma11

Love ,what's it?Is it the butterflies in your stomach?The sparkles?The shivers in your spine?The passion in your kiss?The red heat in your cheeks?The reason why your heart beats?The satisfaction of life or urge to live more?Is his smile enough for me to know that everything's fine? Seeing him happy makes me happy? Like, I can really feel his emotional break down,his happiness, his brightness,his sadness,his coldness, all emotions. Like our souls are connected. But is that it, for me to know that we are in love and that nothing can wrong us,nothing can separate us?Or I am the only one feeling this?Can love be frightening? Fear of loosing him?It's all messed up!I don't know what to do.Everything is in front of my eyes but I just not able to figure out.I can see the love in his eyes but at the same time my vision is blinded by the betrayal. I just hope that hope my love is loud enough for him to hear me calling his name out loud,for him to come and save me from the darkness that has clouded me.If he doesn't feel the the same love as me, than I would leave him for his own good,because I know Love Happens..

Lifelines, écrit par mellark_is_bae

"I'll wait as long as you need." he whispered and I felt myself blush. Carson would wait for me. He wanted me. I cleared my throat a little which made Carson laugh at my awkwardness. "Okay. I'll uh, wait for you too." I said and Carson's face broke out into a large smile. "I'm already there." Through the ups and downs life brings, Carson and Cassie have always been there for each other. They have been the best of friends since she was nine and he ten, where they shared their secrets together at their "top secret" place in the park. She's always had a special place for Carson in her heart but when her life goes into a downward spiral it is then she realizes how much she needs him, how much she loves him. He has loved Cassie for as long as he can remember. He's closed off when it comes to other people but when it comes to her it's like another person comes out. He likes the way she makes him feel. They depend on each other. But will being each others lifelines be too much?

A Minor Offense, écrit par HopelessDreamer519

"Well, Ms. Ashley, nothing is wrong with you. You're as healthy as ever" I sighed with relief. "So, what happened then?" I asked the doctor. "When was your last menstrual cycle?" "Um over month ago I think, why?" I answered. Why would he ask that? "Your six weeks pregnant" the doctor said. What? Pregnant? Yeah okay, that's funny. "Very funny" "This is no joke, congratulations!" "W-what?" I stuttered. "No, please say your lying" "I'm afraid not" I looked over to Dylan who's eyes were wide and he just stared at me. His eyes moved from mine to my stomach. Oh no... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jessica Ashley: smart, funny, beautiful, 17 year old girl who has raised her three year old sister. Dylan Saunders: hot, sweet, 23 old guy who met Jessica at a bar. Jessica and Dylan meet at a bar and decide to go home together. They get hooked on one another, only to find out Dylan is Jessica's English teacher! Will the couple stay together, or will morals and school policy break them apart? Caution: Vulgar language will be used in this story!

My Life, écrit par celaenaaaaa

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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