Abusive Wattpad Novels & Stories

652 word(s) Published Part 2. Synopsis My name is Jasamina Rutherford and I was once married to the most abusive man ever. Ludale McCully is what you can call a psychopath or a sick bastard. One day, he beat me within an inch of my life and I knew I had to run away. Because it isn't just me anymore. I have my three-month-old baby to think of. I ran into the streets without any money or any means. Going home wasn't an option because I know my parents would take me right back to him.

Disappears into the crowds around us and leaves me trapped in this cruel embrace. Finding my inner fire, sparked by her response, clawing out from inside me as his mouth ascends on my cleavage. He is obviously someone who is used to getting what he wants, doesn’t take no for an answer, but I am not about to give in because I know I can’t win. It isn’t in me to give in that easily, even when my father abused me for years. He left me black and blue from the beatings because I wouldn’t yield to him. I am not about to fucking yield now, to this power-crazy asshole with a hard-on, especially not when surrounded by people who might actually help me if I make a scene.

Large warm hands slide into my hair, thumbs brushing softly across my flushed cheeks. “Did our brat let somebody else touch her?” he asks gently. Somewhere inside, there is a staunch feminist screaming at me. I should hate how much I love that phrase. I lock her away when Ezra focuses all of his attention on my swollen clit. Finally. “Just,” Pant. “Hugged,” Pant. “Me.” Corrian hums thoughtfully. “That does sound like a lesson-worthy offense.” “You’re.. Insane.” I manage to pant the words out.

“...Promise? Oh! I think your cinnamon rolls are burning by the way; Better go get ’em before you fuck those up too.” Sawyer was right; This DID feel good. My parents have been emotionally abusing me for years. Dad always making excuses for my mother’s erratic behavior; Their disregard for my thoughts or feelings. Never listening to me or even pretending to. If I never saw either of them again it would be too soon. ******************** ★・Tristan・★

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “No. they did not. For physical violence, they did not do that, but there must have been something, so that last night made me go out of control. You know me so well. If I am still traumatized by that idiot's betrayal, then there was very little chance of having sex with another man.” Mila Efatha Roztiz: “Wait, so you have not been able to forget that bastard? How come? Forget her, Abby! The bastard must be happy with his bitches. By the way, I saw on your wedding day that your husband was handsome. I am not surprised if sooner or later you end up doing that relationship, especially since he has officially become your spouse. There is nothing to worry about.” Abby's e

“Go fuck yourself whore,” I could hear footsteps moving away from my door. I was relieved, it’s been three months since I been home. Ever since being here all it has been nothing but war world III. Me against them my mother, and her pathetic boyfriend Dax. To make matters worse, my mother has been nothing but abusive towards me mentally, and emotionally. In her eyes I saw nothing but a worthless whore who would do anything to seek attention, including seducing men. At first, her harsh words hurt me then I start not to care anymore.

I had a special liking for these particular characters and I just realized that I was willing to be insanely dedicated into building the lives of these characters. These characters are the Williams family; Yemisi, David, Alexander, Demi, Cassandra and Ebunoluwa. Yes, the characters I write about now and the characters y'all read about. It all started from me just drawing slim, unreal figures of each of them at the back of my examination question paper and then writing little little stories about them, news updates on my higher education note at school, and then moving on to writing actual stories of them individually in a long, hard cover notebook till I then stumbled on an app called Wattpa

He has given up on love and has no affection, he has become more ruthless and cruel, he doesn’t give a damn about anyone. All he did was add wealth to his wealth, he was one of the richest billionaire in the world. Welcome to a new beginning for Damian, now I will let the characters tell you their story themselves. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ABBY POV "No please don't do this" I pleaded as he tore my cloth into shreds "I would never enter into your room again" I pleaded again All pleas fell into deaf ears as he has already plunged his enormous manhood into my pre-teen fragile hole

But he wasn't! He wasn't a saviour at all. He was a coward and a Bully. He moulded me into a woman haunted by fear. I was living every day in fear of him. I am the woman who's going to be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life..ALL BECAUSE OF HIM!! I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG MAN..THE ABUSIVE MAN!! ~~~~~~~ I walked out of the Gas station with a new phone in hand,a phone that couldn't be traced. I dialed Claire's number,the number that I had memorised if this exact reason. Thankfully she answered after 3 rings, just hearing her voice had the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

“What trial? There’s no evidence of trauma, Lizzy is a ray of freaking sunshine and bounces from place to place like a happy Care Bear. She’s a goddamn angel.” “It’s her story to tell, and you don’t deserve to know it, but yes, Lizzy is an angel. An angel who had an abusive boyfriend who choked her and shoved a gun in her face when she tried to leave his evil ass. She’ll move heaven and earth to help me out, but that doesn’t mean Lizzy deserves any of this. Your deception and lies will destroy her, and she’s barely started living again. So screw you, John. Screw you all.” Abby turned to face the wall.