Abusive Relationship Stories Novels & Stories

He insisted that we were destined mates, a belief I never doubted. Six months into our relationship, I overheard some rumors from a few girls in class about his affairs. It was said he had inappropriate relationships with several Omegas. When I confronted him with these rumors, he vehemently denied them, accusing me of being influenced by their ill intentions and becoming paranoid. From then on, his control over me tightened. Every day after school, he would escort me home, demanding a detailed account of my day, whom I spoke to, and what I did. If I told the truth that I did talk to someone, he would yell at me, berating me for being ungrateful and daring to communicate with anyone other th

"You had nothing to feel ashamed about." "Neither do you." I shook my head, "no. I do. My mate didn’t just die because of me; people went to war over me. I put myself in that situation. I gave him the chance to hurt me, and I didn’t fight hard enough to stop him. I know better. Mom taught me better: when someone shows you who they are, believe them. He was jealous, he was rough with me, and he broke things when he was angry. I just assumed it was because he was an Alpha. He was jealous, possessive, and wanted me to talk less to my family. And I blamed his childhood. I am not dumb or naive; I know these are signs of an abusive relationship, but when I was in it, I didn't see them. He was self

"No, mom. I ran away from him, I barely answer his messages, and now I want to attack his security guards. There's no way to start over and not make it work. It's over, end of history.” " Becca, I could be the worst mother in the world for advising you to such a thing, but if you feel something for him, even if it's pity, hatred, fear. And if you know how he acted while you were alone... So allow you to change. No one is unable to turn off their feelings. You still love it. You can still love it. Don't let an asshole make you think otherwise. Remember, I was the person who lived an abusive relationship, not you. Don't take responsibility for what happened if it was never your fault.” "And no

"I’d say I’m sorry, but you know I’d be lying. You should learn to mind your business and keep your dirty claws off my phone." I feel paralyzed from his words, so I’m yet to move an inch. My hell of a life seems to be getting even more hellish. I got myself a mate who has pretty, horrible attributes. A cheating mate. An abusive mate. A sadist. - A misogynist asshole- And it gets worse every day.

We both stood up. "I missed you too." I said. "Yeah that's why you called to tell me where the hell you disappeared to." She rolled her eyes. "Sorry. I was a bit busy." I smiled apologetically. "You never told me you were in a relationship with THE Vincenzo Mercanti." She slapped me on the arm. "Ouch! Since when did you turn abusive?" I hissed. "Since you got in a relationship with a mafia boss. You left Derek because he got involved in a gang." She glared at me.

The sooner you accept that the better it is for both of us! She tried to reach for him again and he took a step back, ‘Gray i—' ‘Just go Charisse. I don't want to see you right now'. She sniffled, still in tears as she grabbed her purse and left the apartment. Grayson sighed deeply and plopped onto the sofa, he came home a happy man only to be slashed on the cheek by his erratic girlfriend. Three years and Kathleen being his assistant, Three years and liking another woman to discover he was in am abusive relationship.

Since Jasmine had shared about her on her personal profile and coffee shop's page, Fiona's murder story went viral, and more and more people arrived to pay their last respects to her with flowers. Everything was somber and gloomy for about a week. Jasmine's morning sickness remained the same. However, her life kind of changed. She laughed less and cried more because Fiona had become a sister. Mari and Jojo grieved alongside her. They couldn't stop talking about her. More because the police found some shaking truth about Fiona's perfectly imperfect life. They discovered that she had an abusive relationship which left her scarred. She could never get pregnant. Her parents were pathetic who nev

"But it was a really abusive relationship. He was controlling and manipulative, and he made Melisa's life a living hell. He was crazy and worse he got her hooked badly. It wasn't a funny thing." Melisa nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I was so trapped in that relationship," she said. "I thought I loved him, but really, I was just scared of him. Then he broke up with me and yet I couldn't let go. Now you've left him Louisa, he wants me back. But like hell I'd give him that pleasure." I felt a surge of anger and compassion for Melisa. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that," I said, giving her a hug.

Which earned him a hard glare from Peach. "Do you people even know what happened after, none of you bothered to ask me. All you knew was I was in a relationship with a cute guy. None of you cared about how I managed to get myself away from an abusive relationship. You didn't ask me what it was like, you assumed it was a fairy tale love story. And you people even had the guts to say it to his face that he was a bet. You thought that was funny, it wasn't a bit. I was punished for all of our crimes for months, I carried the burden of a sexually and emotional molested woman for years now" For the second time that day, Greg pulled me into his arms as I melted into tears.

I state as I read one paper. “I am running from an abusive relationship. My Mate had passed away a long time ago, and my child is a child from a rape situation. The person had continued to treat me in such a way from the time I got pregnant until moments before I left with you. If I am not accepted, would you please consider keeping my child within your Kingdom for her best chance?”