About Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

I said. They laughed at me. "Domestic violence in public is our concern. It wouldn't have been our concern if it were just an argument. We're concerned about our children's safety." Helen said. "Now, go and find my daughter, or else I won't let you in." Helen pushed me outside and locked the door.

I am tired… From the sofa where she was, she sighed deeply and end up on the floor. Trying to count her lost in the years that they have been together. She remember how she lost two pregnancies as a result of domestic violence … he would beat her so much that sometimes she faint. Being married to an influential man, she understand what such negative publicity would do to his business, He will be ruined … and she would be blamed and his other wives would mock her terribly, she know she can’t deal with it. Besides sometimes she know she deserve all that is happening to her. Perhaps if she had not forced herself on him from the first time…

She taunted. He kissed his teeth. “What are you insinuating?" Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she shook her head. "Aren't you ashamed of being a woman beater? I don't care what you two do, but if I were mom I would have stuck a knife in that cold heart of yours. Why can't you vent out your anger somewhere else instead of her?" "Whatever happens between Emma and I is none of your business. She is my wife." "And she is my mother, which means I can actually have you reported to the authorities for domestic violence. You are broke, do you still want to serve some jail term?" She glared not taking her eyes off him.

"I see. And you believe this debt is legitimate?" Beverly hesitated, then wrote: "I don't know. I never asked for expensive things. I never wanted to be a burden." "Mrs. Carter," David said gently, "may I call you Beverly? Beverly, I need you to understand something very important. What your husband is doing - claiming you owe money for basic necessities provided during your marriage - this is called financial abuse. It's a form of domestic violence." Beverly stared at him in shock. She'd never thought of it as abuse. Cruel, yes. Unfair, certainly. But abuse?

I might not care about Desiree anymore, but I wasn't going to stand idly by while she was being abused by her mother. I called the police, and the police officers accompanied me to Vivian's home. Desiree wrapped her arms around my leg and refused to let go. She claimed that Vivian had hit her because she'd driven Wendy out of the house. Vivian had been incredibly cruel. She'd been so violent that she'd even broken a couple of plastic hangers in the process. Unfortunately, in Cendria, domestic violence was considered a family matter. Hence, the police officers weren't able to arrest Vivian. Instead, they only let her off with a warning.

‎Muriana badly beaten that she couldn't even get to her feet. ‎The monster forcing his way through her until she died of excruciating pains. ‎Making videos and jest of her dead body. ‎To make matters worse, this was his lawfully wedded wife. ‎I couldn't explain it but I had this bad triggering associated with domestic violence. ‎ As the man gripped my shirt hard, I threw a loud slap across his face. ‎He coughed, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth while still glaring at me. ‎"Who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me?" he stuttered, tears streaming from his eyes.

I leaned in and focused on her. "Perhaps, I was right," I said calmly, looking for attention. "About what?" She was curious. She just got hooked. "I once met a woman here. She just got divorced so she was drinking herself to stupor. Her husband was more like a beast but she was so madly in love with him that she mourned their separation..." I told her. "She was a victim of domestic abuse yet she still loved her abuser." "Women are so foolish!" She shouted. That felt like she was talking to herself.

"I've already got the story to tell you starting from him, it would've been so cool if you'd said to start with him." "Oh, Flavian!" I laughed. "Go on, start with Domani." "Very well! Domani has a bunch of violence complaints against him, ex-girlfriends, prostitutes, lovers, hookups… basically, women who get involved with him end up suffering some kind of violence. But these complaints just get buried, either the Victim Advocacy Office doesn't follow through, claiming nothing was found in the investigations, or they simply shelve everything. The few that reached the courts were placed under seal, and as far as I could find out, none went anywhere; he managed to get the women to deny the assa

"Mrs. Chen, let's not play games. We both know you've been meeting with Richard Hayes several times this week. Meeting with Emma Carter. Discussing how to take Alina out of my home." He moved closer. He stopped directly in front of Rachel's desk. "You are building a case to accuse me of confining my own wife. Perhaps even planning to accuse me of domestic violence. Am I wrong?" Rachel lifted her chin. Trying to appear unafraid. "If there is domestic violence, it is my duty as a lawyer to assist the victim. That is not a crime, Mr. Blackwood." "Of course it isn't a crime," Daniel agreed. "But it is also not a wise decision. Especially when you involve yourself with a family that has the resou

I felt a pang on me heart when he said that. " If it's domestic violence you have more chances to get divorce , as well as compensation money and your husband can serve inside jail for particular period. Do you want to go that much extend ? If yes then tell me I am very excited in such cases " he stood from chair and bring his face so close to me . His attitude, way of talking everything looks like he is not normal or he became mad after all these divorce cases. " First we will go with mutual then we will think about rest " I said.