Abusive Wattpad Novels & Stories

My texts reminding him to rest, to stop burning himself out—cropped and doctored into proof I tracked his every move like some stalker. The final punch landed in the form of an interview with Abigail. She sat there, face streaked with tears, eyes red and puffy, spinning herself as the fragile victim. According to her, I'd abused my power to bully her, and noble Matthew just couldn't stand by—so of course he "guided" and "comforted" her. "Ms. Watson is such a respected senior. I've always admired her... I don't know why she hates me so much. I just want to design in peace..."

Maybe I’d just met the worst of not only shifters but of men in general. My relationship with Wyatt had existed inside a vacuum. I could never get outside input because we had to keep so much of our relationship a secret. By the time the truth came out, I was already in so deep and so defensive of him against my parents and my friends that I had no room to even ask for help. Each time I reached out to ask about a situation, the conversation always turned to the fact that Wyatt was a shifter, so what else could I expect? But Wyatt wasn’t just a shifter. He was also an abuser.

she pleads with Mateo. “Wanda I can take it,” said Althea before Mateo could say anything. “Are you sure? She is brutal,” said Mateo. “Yeah I am sure,” she said assuredly. Abigail walked ahead toward her. She punched Abigail over her face with sharpness and she dodged her punch. “No wonder rogues like you are weak and pathetic, that’s why they are rejected pieces,” said Abigail while punching her. “She is quick,” said Wanda.

But before I do that, maybe I can talk some sense into Tabby and she will realize how insane this situation actually is. “Tabby,” I begin gently, “Your Alpha is not a good man. I know that I don’t know him. But I saw what he did to your arm. I saw that he enjoyed it. And he won’t even let you find a mate. This is an abusive situation. Why are you putting up with this? Can’t you see that you deserve better?” I can see her struggling with what I’ve said to her. I understand that this can’t be easy for her to hear, but I’m worried about her. No one deserves to be treated this terribly.

“Would you like to know what kind of wolf Dallas is? He has raped every she-wolf he has ever dated, with and without my father’s permission. He has three pups that he’s abandoned as well as one on the way. All of them created through rape. All of them abandoned before they were ever born. And those are the ones lucky enough to survive the pregnancy. I can’t begin to tell you how many of his pups were miscarried because he refused to stop raping the mother. How many women I saw left tied to their beds, battered and broken from him tying them up and raping them for days on end. It’s impossible to remember how many times I was forced to break into their room, forced to clean up his mess. You ha

Jumped into investing, burned through everything. Worse, their seed money came from shady online loans. When it all tanked, debt collectors came swinging. They ended up broke, beaten, and useless. Patrick, too lazy to work, tried pawning Della off as a child bride. She fought back—said she still wanted school. She ran, she resisted, until one day she got beaten to death. Cops nailed Patrick the second it leaked. By then, Elise was fifteen. Watching the news, she sighed. "Mom, lucky I don't need his name for my future—otherwise I'd hate him forever."

His persistence was terrifying. "You don’t care that I was raped and abused by my Alpha and his son. And his son's friend. And a couple of more jerks. You don't care that I was their favorite pussy to fuck. You really don't care? You don't feel any bit of repulsed?" He didn't answer. His eyes were cold and void of emotion. And then he exhaled.

But I'm not looking forward to returning to that house. not wanting to confront that drunken man, nor his punches, slaps, kicks or sexual assault Yes, my life is truly lovely. ______________________________________________________ The second chapter !! Hope you all like it. Word Count: 873

I turned 18 a few weeks back but my parents never explained such gross things to me, they strictly had their checks on us. I wanna run back to my family. To my mom, to my dad! I will tell her what this monster did to me, how much pain I endured, I want him to let me go or I will escape this hellfire. These thirsty wolves sell fragile girls against their will. He is abusing me because I tried to find you, he is brutal! He is inhuman! Please mama save me from him, please help me! Find me, please! I don’t wanna live a second here. I cried in agony when he kept thrusting himself in me, my blood was now everywhere on the sheets but he didn’t give a damn about it. When my walls got familiar with h

"When I was younger, my parents seemed to be the perfect couple but the first time I saw my dad hit my mom was when I was four. I could perfectly remember how he slapped her and beat her to a pulp. When I asked her why she was crying, she lied to me" Tarquin said like he was reminiscing. "The violence and aggression started with her but then he started taking it out on me and sometimes Morgan. Nothing I did was good for him, he would beat me up and abuse me. He would use a hot iron, knives, blades, one time he destroyed my fingers. He would tie me up, get me naked at the age of fifteen, and publicly abuse me among his friends… "