Abused Broken And Rejected Novels & Stories

Let your breath come in broken sobs—chest heaving, nipples still pulsing with every inhale. Feel your cunt still pulsing, still leaking, still ruined. Feel the cool wetness beneath you, the proof of how completely you broke. You did it. You broke for me. Every inch of you—your greedy pussy, your abused nipples, your shaking legs—marked by what we just did. And you’ll never be the same again. Your body knows who it belongs to now. Whenever you’re ready… whenever you think you can handle more… whenever that ache starts building again (and it will),

I just have to accept that Alexi Carrero is broken on a very deep level and I never stood a chance with him. I seem to be someone who is drawn to these broken abusers and try everything to gain some sort of emotion from them. So lonely and pining for someone to care deeply. Alexi, my mother—both had my heart and devotion and both kicked me across the room as though I was worthless.

She probably broke down in tears because the entire thing that she had heard, in addition, the sensation that she had just discovered was so overpowering that the only way she could get some of it out was by weeping. "When I was younger, I had a family, a mother and a father, and even a house! I have spent my entire life feeling so isolated, feeling rejected and abandoned, and having the belief that I am not deserving of love; yet, what you have just shared with me has erased all of those beliefs that I had accumulated in my head." "I understand you." "When I was a kid, my friends would always say that my parents threw me away because they didn't want me and also because I was a terrible luc

It was a cold, hollow ache that settled right in the center of my chest. ​He had broken me. He hadn't just rejected me as his mate and his wife; he had humiliated me in a way I could never come back from. He wanted me to see him as a monster, and he had succeeded. He wanted to prove I was a child, and he had used the most brutal lesson possible to do it.

Xavier added, "It's no wonder that your mate rejected you. You're just not worthy of anyone's love." Their cruel words struck me like a battering ram, each syllable another blow to my already broken spirit. I couldn't bear to look at them, to see the satisfaction in their eyes as they tore me apart. "Stop," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please, just stop." But they didn't stop. They reveled in my anguish, their laughter ringing in my ears. Today was the day they'd been waiting for, the day they could heap even more abuse on their weak

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

Wet for me…! “Then how can you---?” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. I didn’t want to talk – it seemed that nobody was listening to me anyway. Sure, this wasn’t a normal situation, but I wasn’t normal either. I was fucked up and broken. Everything I’d once believed in had turned on me and abused me. Left me as little more than a husk of a person – still a child in many ways. So no, I wasn’t normal!

"But I want to get rid of the baby. I don't want to stay with Zachary anymore." My hands trembled as I typed those words. Ava called me immediately. "Ella, have you lost your mind? Zachary treats you so well, you finally got pregnant after all this time—why would you want to abort the baby and get divorced?"

“Your mind is lying to you. And do you know how I know? Because you are so bloody important to us, the outcasts. You are no longer the girl that was rejected. You're the girl that took a really bad deal and turned it around and made an amazing thing for so many people, including me. You are unique, and quite literally the only person who can bring this miserable pack out of this rut. They had damn well better be thankful for that. And very aware. You should be, too.” Standing there, I felt a surge of emotions welling up inside me. Kimora's words struck a chord, and a sense of realization washed over me. "You know what, Kimora? You're right," I said, a newfound confidence in my voice. "I've s

Through a scornful laugh, Lana says, "That dick must be platinum, fuck gold! Girl, get your life in order. You can hate me, but I'm sharing the truth because I love you. His family thinks you're trash, and so does he! He preys on broke-ass visitors, uses them up, then sends them home. Phyllis has money, so she could pay to be used." "Fuck you." Slamming her door behind me, I jump into my car and speed off. I'm crying so hard I can barely see in front of me. Her words repeat in my head because they echo how I feel deep down inside. My parents rejected me. My aunt rejects me. Aaron said he loved me, but often, his actions reminded me I owed him. His family and friends treated me as if I were b