About Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

Sorry, I got a little heated and cursed. "No worries," Macie replied. "Let's see if we can challenge them with what we already have." He said, "Domestic violence is our strongest defense. They spent the first trial trying to disprove infidelity, and now they're shifting the blame to Sharon in this next round. "To be honest, it's a tough road. I've handled other divorces, and courts usually only grant full separation on the grounds of domestic violence if there's serious injury or repeated abuse. Otherwise, they'll push for counseling and reconciliation.

"I have photos, medical records, witnesses. I want to file for divorce and get a restraining order." I study the woman across from me, and all I can think about is how weak she looks. How pathetic. She's letting some human man control her life, and now she wants me to fix her problems when she could easily fix it. I mean she could just kill him. If she did, I would gladly take her case and make sure she wins. "Mrs. Mart, I'm going to be honest with you," I say, shuffling through her papers without really looking at them. "Cases like yours are difficult to win. Domestic violence claims are often he-said-she-said situations, and judges tend to be skeptical."

While Yara complained and tugged at her neckline, revealing the injury on her collarbone to Calista, she said, "Do you think he's insane? It might even be domestic violence in the future." Calista was stunned by what Yara revealed. She went quiet before saying, "You have quite the imagination. You're already thinking of that. Normally, people would be furious and thinking of getting back at him. Besides, shouldn't domestic abuse happen between families? For you and him, it's at most physical violence." Yara didn't know what to say. Before Calista could say something, Yara hung up the call. Calista couldn't help but laugh, and she didn't bother to call back.

Mitchell looked shocked and nodded. “What’s going on here?” “Sigh… Someone hit her and pushed her down the stairs before her ribs fully healed. Her old wound split open, and she almost broke her ribs again.” The doctor sighed and looked at the woman with pity. Domestic violence was unacceptable. This woman had no security and was bullied by her husband under the guise of marriage. Even so, the police could not do anything unless they wanted to end the marriage themselves. Who else could help them? The elevator arrived.

She explained and my eyes widened. It was a usual occurrence to find out that a man or woman had violated their mate. Domestic violence also occurred among our kind no matter how much our relationships seemed to be, even if they were made by the moon goddess herself. We were flawed just like mankind and violence was a huge part of us so it was not so unusual for violence to occur in a home. Sadly, most of the targets are usually women as we are seen to be weak and frail men take advantage and strike down at their mates. A disgusting act that would be hidden with threats.

The discussion online had gotten so out of hand that Nancy even received a call from a women's rights group. "Mrs. Getson, domestic violence is a personal violation no matter how it manifests. You mustn't endure it silently because you're afraid of what your husband will do to you if you report him. If you have any grievances, you can come to us. We'll give you any support you need." Nancy massaged her temple when she heard that. "I don't have any grievances. My husband and I are getting along just fine," she explained.

I didn't move one bit. “Try it. Then you will get to see me for who I truly am, or probably the side that you have never seen before.” “You are forgetting who you are talking to.” “No. I haven't forgotten, I remember who I am talking to.” I said. And that made him pause. “You don't get to hit her.” I continued. “If you ever try that again, I will personally make sure you end up in jail for domestic violence. This time around, no connections and no cover ups will save you.”

I would make him step down from his position and eliminate him from the company that was rightfully mine. My phone rang and it was my assistant calling me in panic mode, “Akira, something is wrong. Our client Vivian is not answering my calls” “Is she not at the safe house? Send someone there to check on her” I said while checking on my laptop on the progress of my case defending a client named Vivian from a domestic violence case. She was almost beaten to death by her drunk husband. For many years, Vivian had kept silent all for the reason that she still loved her heartless husband. But when he started to hurt her son, Vivian fought back.

He growled, glaring at her for her short-sighted decision to let the guy go. Without turning away from Kade, she pointed to the building. “See those kids plastered to the window? Kids you spent all day caring for? They’ve been watching you beat the shit out of another man. Every single one of them has had to deal with domestic violence in some form. This is the one place they shouldn’t have that fear. You brought that fear to them today in Technicolor.” “I didn’t. He showed up here lookin’ for a fight. I gave him one.”

"You can't keep punishing your brother like this. And it's even more disturbing when you're doing this because of a woman." "Same woman he abused, tortured, and almost pushed to the brink of depression." I snapped, pushing myself off the wall. "Didn't you see the scars that monstrous son of yours left on her? You didn't think about the mental torture she must've endured? That's an animalistic behavior. You and I know that no man in his right senses should ever hit a woman. It's domestic violence and that's why there are laws set up to punish these perpetrators. And your son? He didn't only abuse her, he violated her. He should face the consequences of his actions. And I'm sure you realize th