Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

anything when he saw his daughter drunk, the mother and the housekeeper helped her to her bedroom, she ordered one of the maids to open her car and brings another whiskey for her, Sophie's mom forbid the maid to bring anything for her except water and food, her mom stayed with her till she falls asleep, Her father was in the living room thinking what is awaiting him shortly. The next morning, when Sophie's dad heard her speaking on the phone, he jump up and walk down to her room, met her receiving calls, and he asked,"what have you done to yourself yesterday, you think what you did will solve the problems?", it will only damage some parts of your body, if I see you again in such manner, I wi

“Yeah that’s what mama said too. She said she remembered your dad too. That he wasn't the best?” “Oh yeah uh” Axton runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy breath as he leans against the counter. “My dad abused me a lot. If I played badly in a game, if I did anything he disagreed with. He’s homophobic, and when he found out I was into guys, into you. He punished me for it a lot. He did the same to my brother and mom. We moved into the pack house because it was getting really bad. My uncle is thinking of kicking him out of the pack”

Jasper nodded, “According to others, Bently defiantly had his fetishes, but he generally got consent. Speaking of consent, rumor has it Oliver, you got yourself a submissive. I thought you didn’t care for that side of your father’s business.” “Not all BDSM is like my father’s,” argued Oliver. He smiled softly, “She’s different.” “I’m sure Claire doesn’t like that,” smirked Jasper, knowing all too well how much Oliver could never stand her especially when she flung herself all over him. “Not too happy, but I don’t care,” shrugged Oliver, he looked around. “Have you seen my father?” “I heard he was going to the warehouse to check it out before coming here. Where’s Alvin? I thought he would be

He returned it with urgency, fisting his fingers in her loose ponytail. As he broke away, his hand remained, his breathing heavy while his heart thumped sporadically, “I guess you want to know what happened to me, how I got to be so fucked up when she sounded like such a good woman.” “I don’t think you’re-” “I am. You don’t have to pretend to make me feel better,” he cut her off, nodding as if proving his point. “My dad was abusive. She always had a black eye or a broken bone, but she stayed because she was so religious, she thought she could pray the devil out of him. She did everything to make him happy, and he used her like a fucking punching bag. He fucked other women. He was gone all ni

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push away those painful memories that just would not leave me alone. Years ago, when my father was still alive and the alpha of the Redmoon pack, I endured an excruciating amount of physical and emotional abuse. My father was an unhinged psychopath, and the only person capable of calming him was his mate, my mother. Tragically, my mother passed away during childbirth, and her death sent my father spiraling into a deeper abyss of violence and brutality. With my mother's death tied to my birth, my father saw me as an evil omen, a child destined to bring only sorrow into his life. He directed all his rage and cruelty towards me.

“You disfigured her body without mercy, you cheap bastard.” Dad grabbed his wrist, trying to act innocent, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong to me. “Mr. Roth, she’s just a liar. Don’t believe everything she told you.” The chaos building inside the captain exploded again as he smashed my father harder into the wall. He fought brutally to keep himself from destroying his face with a punch. “Listen to me carefully, you bastard. If you touch her again, or I hear she suffered abuse from you again, you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.”

Dad used to always beat her up in the past. We were the perfect family to the public but behind closed doors, my family was a mess. Dad was an abuser and was always beating my mother up. He threw her off the railings and she fell from a height. That's the cause of her current situation. Dad was a cheat. Even while he had a wife at home, he still slept with other women and he was not a good father either. Wren got pregnant when she was 18 and when mom insisted that she kept the baby, dad beat her up and made Wren abort the pregnancy.

“I want to know you. All of you.” He nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. “I grew up poor. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. Too much, actually. He did things he shouldn’t have, just to make her happy. Robbed banks, people… anything for money, just for her. And the money? Never for us. Never for me or my sister. Always for her, wasting it by gambling. She was abusive. To me and my sister. But my dad… he never left her. Never stopped loving her, no matter how cruel she was.”

As soon as he made the last comment my Dad became furious and try to free himself from the chair but he could not. 'Ingrate? You dare to call me an ingrate. I have put my life, conscience, and integrity on the line to do a lot of shity things for you and yet you are not satisfied. You have the guts to rape my underage daughter and put her and my wife into trauma. Do you know what my family has gone through because of you psychopath monster? If you lay your hands on my daughter ever again, I will kill you, that's a promise,' my Dad raged.

Dad is my homeroom teacher. He loves using me to assert his authority. He firmly believes that the more I suffer, the more the other students will fear him, which, in turn, gives him more authority. When I help my classmate pass an eraser to their friend, Dad slaps me in front of everyone until my face is swollen. When I sneak a bite of my friend's leftover chips after class is over, he drags me to the podium and pokes my lips with needles until I'm bleeding profusely. Later, the school's head of discipline, Mary Milner, catches a pair of students dating on school grounds. Dad insists that I'm one of the culprits. He doesn't even give me a chance to defend myself and drags me to the hallwa