Abusive Husband Books Novels & Stories

"Now, you are a doll to me. And if you no longer want to call me Erwin or husband, call me monster or devil or barbarian or sadist. Nicknamed me whatever you like, Dolly." "You will always be my Erwin. I haven't lost hope in you, Erwin. Someday, you will change, and you will love me like you used to. Please, love me back. I Miss you as a husband. I need my husband. I want to kiss and hug my husband." Erwin said nothing more. He kissed her back and he went to sleep. *** Erwin was getting crazier and crazier day but day. He rape his own wife almost every night. However, because he was infertile, he forced her to take anti-pregnancy pills every time after they had sex.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

I heard the familiar voice and my eyes snapped open instantly and head jerked aside to confirm who it was. My vision blurred with tears as I saw my husband standing at the doorway, in all his glory. My core throbbed at the sight of him. The handsome him. He came for me. Suddenly I saw a figure approaching him from behind and grabbed Abram's neck and tightened his old. "Abram--" I screamed. As if sudden energy passed in Abram, he twisted himself and pinned that old man who was going to rape me few minutes ago. Abram punched and punched him again. He holds no power against my husband. Abram beats him to the pulp and his bloodied sight, gives me a sudden peace.

“Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a little jealous?” I was once again stunned by what I heard. After walking for some time, Zachary finally stopped and turned to look at me. “Is that man very close to you? Don’t linger at the gate speaking with outsiders in the future.” Then another thought followed, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “She and I have never spoken for that long before.” I stared at him in bewilderment, unable to make sense of him. Was he not supposed to be a man ruled by his appetite, one who found every pretty woman irresistibl

“They did not want me with them anymore, because they are on the son-in-law’s side, they rejected their own daughter. And, it’s been three years since I found out, and my life with him is terrible, so many years of hell. Sometimes he is so violent that only a month ago I ended up in the hospital from the beating he gave me.” Hilda had her eyes filled with tears. God bless her for that. “Why didn’t you go to the police with the evidence and the doctor’s diagnosis?” I moved my head from one side to the other. “My husband is a very bad man.” I approached her ear, and in a very low voice, I said, “He disappears people for just looking at him the wrong way.” By that time, I was already getting my

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

So she calmed himself down and asked the woman, “Then how was the death of that girl and her husband written in this novel?” After listening to Swati, the woman further said, “This story continued to progress on its own for one and a half years. But after a year someone hacked my account. It took me six months to recover. Whoever hacked my account. He was the one who posted the same episodes. By the time my account was recovered, all that had been published. That's why I wrote the next story on my own and got it published in the book so that in future no one can hack my account and write the book himself." Swati was shocked to know the whole truth. This means that someone deliberately wrote

I went to it, running my fingers through the cover. “What have they done to my father?” I hoped they hadn’t punished him. A sigh pulled out as I thought of the conversation I would have to have with my husband. I had to stop being emotional and use everything in me to make as comfortable a life as I could get with him. Did he have rank? I was not sure but Mafia men were all the same. They were abusive and wild. My nights would be cold and lonely. He would travel a lot, was surely abusive, and probably fucked anything with legs.

“Just like every young lady who falls in love and gets married, Amber fell in love with her abusive husband. Few months into the marriage he showed her his true colors. From beatings to punches to kickings, Amber lost a series of pregnancies. Well as heaven would shine a light on her, she got pregnant as usual again and was so happy to tell her husband the news. “He came home that day with his mistress. The insults were too much to bear any longer, Amber voiced out and as usual, she met the same fate again. This time not from just her husband, his mistress too. Prior to then, the doctor warned her to make sure not to lose her baby or else that was going to be the last of it. Unfortunately sh

Just that one—centered, focused, quiet. A photo you’d never post, but wouldn’t delete. “Celina?” Gabriel called again, his voice closer this time. “Did you hear me?” Her spine snapped straight. A big part of her heart dropped. Does her husband's cheating? Shit. She fumbled the phone, nearly dropping it. The image was still open, frozen on that smile. She locked the screen. Tossed it back on the bed. The bathroom door creaked open. “There you are,” Gabriel said, stepping out with damp hair and a towel slung low on his hips. “Didn’t you hear me?”