Abused Broken And Rejected Novels & Stories

The girl I used to be had been broken by rejection. The woman I was becoming… was built from something harder.

I thought back to all the times Magnus had said he loved me, promised to be there for me, and take care of me. All the times Magnus had hit me, apologized and said he wouldn't do it again, only to do something worse the next time. Yet I still forgave him, and all the while, he was with my best friend, someone I trusted with my life. A wave of confusion washed over me. I had dealt with all of Magnus's abuse and toxicity, hoping that he would change someday. But now, it all seemed like a cruel joke. As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, I subconsciously touched my belly, feeling the child that we both created and hoped to become one big family someday.

But if he doesn't apologize and misses the surgery window, he could end up disabled for life! An overwhelming sense of absurdity washed over me. Zach looked so pathetic at that moment. I couldn't help but pursed my lips, and a small laugh escaped. That was just absurd. He was the one who made Shawn, his own son, a cripple. "Let it go," Sue finally said, gently pulling on Zach's wrist. "Zach, it's just a few blisters from a burn. It's not a big deal. We shouldn't ruin Shawn's future out of anger."

“No, because it’s not fair. Something inside of her is broken, and you’re making it worse. We all feel it. She needs help. Either her parents abused her or someone else, but there is something not right about her, -“ I walked away before I heard any more. They were both fighting about who would not have to date me? Sleep with me? But that wasn’t the worst part. They saw through me. Saw how weak I am and damaged. I am broken, and they see it. Maybe it’s all they see. A little mouse who needs help, and that’s the only reason they’re friends with me. I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom, reaching the bowl just in time before everything I had just eaten came out.

Caius said. “He used to ignore me for days,” I said. I felt a hot tear run down my face. “He wouldn't even say my name. He’d just point at the floor when he wanted it cleaned. He didn't hit me. He just made me feel like I was made of glass and already broken.” “He was a weak Alpha,” Caius said. “Weak men try to feel big by making others small.” “And what are you?” I asked. “You killed everyone. Is that what strong men do?”

"Y-you’re a psychopath! Y-you’re possessed! Stay away from me! Stay away!" She approached Albert with determined steps and a terrifying grin, causing Albert to tighten his grip on the gun in his hand. "I absolutely hate abusers." "Stop! Stop!" BANG!!

After all these years of risking our lives, my wife and I just want to celebrate our only daughter's birthday. Their only daughter, huh? But I was clearly their only biological daughter. My parents never acknowledged me in public and never got me registered—just because I was trafficked as a child, grew up in the countryside, wasn't pretty or smart, and didn't fit in with the family. My chest heaved violently and burned with pain. My organs spasmed, making me retch uncontrollably. Peter was still loudly pleading for me through the call, but Bruce turned a deaf ear. He tore off my shoes and, with pliers in his hand, viciously said, "Remember, everything you're suffering through now is becaus

“I hope my kids want me back. Jesus, I’ve not heard from Beth or Ajax in years.” Tears well up in her eyes. “And I miss them, so so much. I understand why they haven’t visited. I can’t imagine seeing them the way they saw me. Broken, bloodied and ready to end it all.” “Don’t do that,” I whisper, voice cracking. “They love you.” “I should’ve tried harder but god, I didn’t want to be in this world anymore. I was ruined, soiled…abused—” A tear drops from her eyes. It lands on our joined hands with a wet plop.

Rejection did that to a wolf. He wasn’t an alpha. He had never held rank or authority over me. But when he stood in front of the pack and rejected the bond, no one stopped him. No one corrected him. The Alpha had watched in silence, and that silence had been louder than any declaration. After that, my world shrank. I moved back into my mother’s home. Lost my standing. Lost the certainty that had once come with belonging. A rejected mate was expected to endure quietly, to heal privately, to accept what had been taken and move on. I had tried. Gods knew I had tried. The healer, Mara, entered the room without ceremony, a tablet tucked beneath her arm. She had delivered most of the pack and stit

I pushed my anger in the depths of my soul and decided to play along. "If you know that, then why would you want me to stay here? Who knows, you might be the next victim." I shrugged with a smile. His grey eyes peered into mine as if it was piercing through my soul — just like his father's. And then, there was his sarcastic smile again, "You can't kill." "Oh, really? Though everyone in the orphanage knows what I am capable of." "Every coin has two sides. Some humans are just not mentally capable of trying to understand the entire problem in order to solve it. What they see and hear is always right to them. In other words, they're total idiots." He winked.