Abused Broken And Rejected Novels & Stories

Top in every class. His family barely registered in the pack hierarchy. From a brief interview with them the PA suggested that they, as lowborn as they were, saw him as an embarrassment, no love lost there. It was all too depressing, the poor boy was alone and defenceless already and I was about to add the proverbial last straw that could break him. I could still hear his desperate voice pleading for me to go to him. I felt such intense shame at letting my mate down and knowing full well I was going to do something even worse. I was going to reject him. I had no choice. I told myself over and over I had no choice.

" I hissed. Denver broke and ripped me into million pieces. That was a fact and I suffered enough. He burned me alive by rejecting me over his career. How would I believe him if he made me feel like I was never his priority? I needed to convince myself that I don't love him anymore. Why would I still love him after imposing an indescribable pain in my heart?

And Dax heard every word of what that man had done to my body. There would never be a way he could love someone as abused and broken as I'd become. No man would ever want a woman savagely claimed by another, brutally taken against her will, treated as debris. All my insecurities poured out like a champagne bottle opened, only there was no cause for celebration, and there would be no sweet nectar to enjoy when the fountain stopped. Only the pitiful remains of a shattered spirit and weak mind.

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

I felt my stomach aching me all of a sudden and everywhere around me was making me feel suffocated. “I came here with hope that my mom would understand me and help me but I was wrong. That man constantly abused me. Physically! Mentally! Emotionally! There's nothing he didn't do to make me less of myself. To see myself as someone worthless. That man has broken me momma. And you still want me to stay with him. Just tell me the truth momma. I can handle it.” Mom gave me a confused look. “What truth?”

No matter what even I had sex with a married man No matter what even I made someone cry every night No matter what even I was thrown away by my adopted parents No matter what even everyone looked at me in a disgusting way Even I was fired Even I was hurting Even when I was broken I kept my facade and held my head up high. 'Elisia!'

As Tyler started driving, he said, "So. Derek rejected you, huh? You're the mate he threw away for Cessy." I didn't see the point in denying it. "Yeah." "Damn." Tyler shook his head. "He's even dumber than I thought." "Why?" "Because Cessy was obviously terrible and you seem... I don't know. Normal? Not broken like he kept saying." "I am broken though," I said quietly. "My father was abusive. My pack got disbanded. I've got more trauma than most people deal with in a lifetime." "And? Everyone's got shit. That doesn't make you damaged goods." Tyler glanced at me. "Derek's an idiot. And I'm sorry he put you through that. Both the rejection and tonight."

Clearly trying to ground myself. “I am broken,” I mumbled, “There is nothing I can give to her.” I looked up, feeling the pain of the situation. “Hey, I was a broken dragon once… I grew up without a father, my mother struggled. I became the class clown to cover up the pain of being abandoned and rejected by the man who should have loved me, taught and protected me…” he paused. “I know, it does not compare, but what I am trying to say is that everyone, whatever your status might be, is a little or a lot broken.” he said.

"Broken and Abused Was left to suffer; Cried and Begged to Be Loved and Cared for" Ashma Rauniyar ******************************* I was broken; I was abused; I was left to suffer on my own; I kept on crying and begging to be loved; to be cared but no one heard my plea of songs. I was left alone to fight; alone to survive; alone to fight with my worst nightmares; left alone to fight the depression. I was left alone by my own family to die.

The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die. The Rejected Blood Moon was born from that truth. It was written for those who have loved deeply and lost completely, for those who have been told they are “too much,” “too emotional,” or “too broken.” It is for the dreamers who still reach for the light even when the night refuses to end. Because rejection does not define you. Pain does not end you. Every wound you carry is also a window — a place where the light enters when you are finally ready to let it.