Abused Broken And Rejected Novels & Stories

“What do you mean – how would it kill you? It may hurt a bit but that’s it. Tell me what pack you’re from. I have to leave.” “I – I just – I was abused and - I’m weak. I’m ashamed to say it but I am not strong enough to survive a rejection.” “You’re saying this to delay,” I found myself snapping, running short of patience. “I don’t want you so whether it’s today or tomorrow, I will reject you. Let’s get it over with now.” “Is it – is it because of that girl? Is that why –“ Tears fell from her eyes fast. It was like a leaky faucet.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

"Rejection, though rare, it happens at times. I must warn you though, it does hurt. The unfortunate part is it hurts both of us. But the rejected feels a much stronger pain than the one rejecting. So the one who initiates the rejection has to say it in a certain way for it to work. Also, the rejected has to accept the rejection as well so that the mate bond completely snaps. There will be nothing tying the two souls together. In this case, you have to say; I, Aria Crescent De Andrade reject you, Manny Reynolds as my mate and alpha. Then I will have to say the same and only replace the word reject, with the word accept. "

“Spare your worthless life?! Why should I? I bet you've fucked enough to last a lifetime, so it shouldn't matter if you died now!“ I stamped hard on his fingers, crushing all of them. The man had quite a high-pitched cry. It wouldn't be a surprise if residents from twenty blocks away get alarmed by his cries. “No…please…“ He cried. He was a depiction of misery and pathetic right now. His broken fingers still lay at the spot they'd been crushed. He hadn't tried sitting upright either. I'm sure his fractured spine would never let that happen. And I was far from being done with him. At the end of the day, he'll never fuck a pussy again, never again.

Tears streamed down my face as I cried out in pain and fear, completely helpless against his cruelty. Giulia, with her constant physical and verbal abuse, turned my life into a living nightmare. The hidden camera captured her relentless attacks at home. Even at school, her influence followed me everywhere—there was no refuge, no escape. I longed for friendship, for comfort in the presence of others, but Giulia’s poisonous control seeped into every corner of my life. I was isolated, utterly alone, with no one to turn to for protection or support. Lost in my thoughts, drowning beneath the weight of the evidence spread before me, a small voice suddenly broke the silence.

I'm out cleaning the house as I had been ordered to do. From staying with my parents and enjoying their love and care, to becoming a slave who wasn't only rejected and hated by everyone, but also taken away from my parents while they can do nothing to save me. They might have regret having me as their child. My mate has also rejected me, leaving my every being wracked with agony. Now I would have to stand and watch him mate with the Beta's daughter. My life is messed up!

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.

And for a moment, I almost believed him. But no. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give in like this. I’d rather die than believe another man. I tugged my arm free, this time with enough force to break his grip. I glanced at him, the walls inside me were already crumbling. And for the first time, I felt... something. Something I can’t ignore. “Hell, No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m not some charity case.” “Doesn’t matter.” Nathan’s voice hardens. “You’re not leaving.”

Everything I was once is lifeless now. "I thought that if my mother comes back everything would go back to normal. Oh, how foolish I am. After my mother came back she fought with him and was about to call the police when he fucking drugged her. For six months he kept on drugging her on the force that she eventually became addicted to her. The mother is never there anymore. She became someone lifeless and I could do nothing to help her. She lost her job. We lost the house. Then when she became homeless, he became like the one and only option to my mom that she took us to the trailer. And it was just the beginning. She also started to get abusive and I don't even remember the countless times I

“Swingers clubs were too middle class for my mother. Too respectable. She liked her orgies anonymous. Cheap. Dirty. I stopped counting how many people used her body. Men. Women. Didn’t matter. That’s how I learned about sharing. At first they took things from me… later I took things from them. Pain and pleasure, that was my mother’s inheritance.” Tears filled his eyes. For a moment I didn’t know what to say. My tongue felt thick and dry. Blackness had started nibbling at the edges of my vision because I still couldn’t get enough air. I wanted to tell him he wasn’t alone. That countless people wandered through the same darkness, shouted into the same emptiness, stood beside the same open wind