Abused And Broken Novels & Stories

The one woman he had promised never to hurt but to forever love, he had starved, beaten and scared her to the point where her wolf had been triggered, taking full control and purged out all Morana’s memories. The poor girl had been hurt all her life, by her uncle, her pack, his pack members and even worse her own mate. Morana had experienced an endless cycle of betrayal, hurt and abandonment and all she craved for was a shot at love. Tears began to fall from his eyes, his entire being shook and her mourned for all the things is mate had lost, he cried for the little girl who witnessed her mother being torn to pieces, cried for the girl who wondered day and night when her father will come to

Obviously, fist marks covered her, but it was the anger in her eyes that made me proud. “I don’t understand your feelings.” Brett whispered to me. Everyone heard it, but no one moved. “Look at this picture, Brett. What do you see?” “I see me failing. I see blood and a broken girl.” “No, Brett. You are wrong.” Waking in front of her, I held it up in her face. “That girl… that girl isn’t broken. She was abused, whipped, and was tortured.” “I know!” Brett growled at me. “No, Brett. Look at herself. Look harder. Look at your face.”

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

I cried into the night, wishing I could run to him. The wolf beside me licked my face and nuzzled my neck. The contact soothed me just a little. Just calm down. The pain will be over soon, a voice echoed in my mind. And then—I blacked out. I have been abused. I have been tortured. I have been mocked. I have been broken—mentally and physically. And now, I have been rejected. I’m falling through a dark, endless abyss, clawing for the light… but failing, over and over.

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

"Unbreakable. Most people who went through what you did would be curled up in a corner somewhere, too broken to fight back. But here you are, organizing evidence and planning your counterattack. That is a Sterling trait if I ever saw one." "I do not feel very strong," Cora admitted. She looked around at her tiny apartment, at all the reminders of her failed marriage. "I feel like I have been shattered into a million pieces." "Being broken and being unbreakable are not opposites," Caleb said from where he was photographing documents with his phone. "You can be both at the same time. Broken by what happened to you, but unbreakable in your core. In your will to survive."

"Listen here Alpha,I am going to try and say this in the most pleasant way . I'm a broken piece of shit. I have so much shit going on in my life right now and currently I'm breaking and falling apart because it's all been piled up. My childhood is fucked up. My teenage hood is fucked up. Before I landed on your pack's borders my life was so fucked up Yes I had a mate but he was a pile of shit. Bringing different she wolves home and fucking them on our bed while we were under the same room. I've been abused and hit and called so many effed up names. I've been humiliated and broken so many freaking times that it no longer hurt.

she said. Who would have guessed that all it would take to break me was a single phrase like that? I had been abducted, subjected to unspeakable bodily assaults, beatings, and even had my flesh eaten, yet despite it all, I had managed to keep my strength. But the fact that someone described me as "disgusting" was my final straw. I broke into tears and let out everything going through my mind—the anguish of loss, the heartache, and the sorrow. I let myself up to the water and let it wash over me until there was nothing left of me.

"As something damaged and worthless. But tell me, who among you has faced what I have faced and survived? I was married to a man who never wanted me. I lived in a household that exploited me. I lost everything I had. And yet here I stand. Alive, whole, and unbroken." "Unbroken?" Marianne laughed. "You were divorced and cast out. That is the definition of broken." "No. Broken is staying where you are not wanted. Broken is accepting abuse because you are too afraid to leave. Broken is letting others define your worth. I did none of those things." Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some looked thoughtful, while others still sneered. Then a new voice cut through the noise. "How noble," the voice

He had not walked in that day which meant he was close, he was very close. I did not want him to find me that broken. He loved me when I was just in that state. I did not want him to find me in that state where I felt as worthless as he always called me to be. I would be damned if I gave that bastard more pleasure than I already had by letting him break me apart. He was the broken one, he was the twisted one, finding pleasure in abusing a child. He was the one that needed help. My hands moved back, pushing my upper body up. My arms seemed as if they would snap. They were littered with scars that would never disappear, scars that would always remind me of the seven years I had slaved in that