Novel & Cerita Abusive Relationship Stories

"Of course, I'm serious. How could you think that anyone else but me would be interested in someone like you? You're frigid, boring, and just, well, average. I'm attractive, smart, and from an extremely wealthy and powerful family. How could you think that anyone would be better for you?" I tried to pull my wrist out of his grip, but he only squeezed tighter, making me wince in pain. I couldn't believe that he actually thought I would take this shit, rollover, and then beg him to take me back. Like I was a worthless piece of crap, or like I'd done something wrong. "Kyle, let me go! I don't care if no one else wants me. I'd rather spend the rest of my life alone than be in a relationship with

Then he came in and saw me and he obviously thought I was weird but -" Damien: It was love at first sight. (My heart leaps.) Ava: That's adorable. And how long have you two been together? Damien: For a year now. Ava: There are rumours that you snatched your wife from one of your employees. Is that true? Damien: Yes. Dani: I was in an abusive relationship for a long time. It wasn't easy to get out but Damien was so helpful during that tough time. He helped me out it. It's one of the reasons I fell inlove with him. He's my hero.

“I met Luis because of that debt I told you about. Then, still married to Doniel, I crossed paths with Charmaine. At first, she seemed like an incredible friend—but when I refused to expose my pup, her mask cracked. Her chosen mate helped me buy two books, MADDOX, and Lunatic’s Mate by the same author Meg Elly Gerena, that’s when he started looking at me in ways he shouldn’t, and I refused to break her marriage. That’s when distance grew between us. Then came Alanna. She entered my life around the time I stepped back from Charmaine. I first saw her speaking in a live stream—her bravery in leaving an abusive relationship drew me in. I admired her for it… until I learned she had married Luis.

I was not sure exactly how much of their tales I should believe, but I was sure there was some merit of truth in their stories. Isabella told me about Jax’s previous girlfriend that had children. Similar to my situation she had been close to eviction. Jax had moved here and her children into the same home we now shared. The newest information that Isabella shared was that the woman had been pregnant at the time. Isabella claimed that the only reason Jax was not physically abusive to her for so long was because she was with child. According to Isabella once the baby was born it was like living in world war three. She recounted fights that both parties were throwing dishes at each other, or fi

One night while tending to my wrists, Damian asked about my bipolar. I told him that one of my ex-boyfriends was abusive, but I didn’t tell him that I was, well, gang-raped. I had only told Rai about it. I didn’t want others to know, not even my family. Damian froze when he heard that I had been abused for months by my ex-boyfriend. “That bastard.” Anger filled his voice. He was so angry that he unconsciously squeezed my injured wrist.

complained Vivian, examining the cloth like it would be the last time she will get to see it. "Never!" Mansi was quick to interject "how do I get to see your dreamy crush you talked about and I want to know how cute or handsome he looks that made him to embarrass my girl" she snapped. Vivian squeezed her face and sighed. She told her about the whole situation, how she liked and badly wanted to be in a relationship with Romeo in the afternoon, when they sat in the jungle rider. She didn't expect her to react in this way not like she made a fuss but some people would have gone straight trying to shout at her for approaching a guy or make jest of her but here stood her cousin, wanting to defend

“You have to understand where I’m coming from, Liam. I’ve never really had a relationship. Not one that I would count anyway. I was made a mockery my entire life. The first time I had sex was a school joke. My second time, the guy was as toxic as fuck. He was my first boyfriend, and I worshipped him.” I took a deep breath and explained further. “We dated for about a year, and during that year, he treated me like he was doing me a favour. He broke me down and ruined me. It started as small, tiny, razor-sharp comments designed to crumble my confidence piece by piece, but at the same time, they were designed to tie me to him—to control me. He started making my decisions for me, just small ones

Go get yourself out of that skanky clothes, I'll be waiting by the counter" Shane scoffs at her and left the cubicle. Shyra shuts the door and sat herself down, unable to hold back tears for any longer. Her heart wept at her situation. She swore to be never like her mother, yet she ended up where her mother was: in an abusive relationship. They tried to conceal it at the very least when she was at a young age, but time went on and the abuse had gotten much worse to the point where she would come home from school with her father beating her mother on the kitchen floor. There were times when her mother would do the same to her, letting out her drunken anger whilst her father would only ignore.

“I was in an abusive relationship for six years. My ex-husband. He was wealthy, controlling, and made me feel like I was nothing without him.” My breath caught in my throat. “He cheated constantly,” Maya continued, her voice steady but quiet. “Made me work while he spent money on other women. Told me I was lucky he even wanted me. Beat me when I questioned him.” It was like hearing my own story from someone else’s mouth. “I finally left when I was pregnant with my daughter,” Maya said. “I couldn’t let her grow up watching that. Watching me accept that treatment.” “How did you get out?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Once Leo sat down she began, "I couldn't take it anymore so I escaped from that hellhole. Then I joined a cafe as a waitress. There I got a friend, he showed care and love being eighteen and naive I trusted him and became his girlfriend. We moved in together, and for first few months we were so happy. When I told him about my past he changed his attitude toward me different. He slowly began to abuse me with words like I was used, slut, trash and many more then he began to abuse me physically. He beat me, tied me for days without water or food naked. I begged him to let me go but he never did instead he tortured and raped me constantly. One day a delivery guy walked in to deliver food, so I m