Abusive Wattpad Novels & Stories

"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… "

And now, something was wrong—terribly wrong. It felt like my body was rejecting everything else but him. “Get him to the couch,” someone else said, more urgent this time. I was being lifted, carried, but it felt like floating through fog. My skin burned. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My wolf scratched beneath my skin, restless and angry. I’d heard about this. The mate bond reacting violently when ignored—when one mate pulled away or denied the connection. But why now? Why this sudden crash? Unless…

She thanked him and took a few sips of water before handing the cup back to him. “Alpha Mick has a habit of abusing Omegas. It began as verbal abuse before it escalated into physical abuse. He’s sick in the head, getting off on abusing others – the true definition of a sadist. I’m not certain how long it’s been going on, but I saw how far he was willing to go a couple of years ago. I found Lana after he had finished with her. He left her broken and bleeding in the stockroom. She begged me not to say anything because she knew how dangerous that would be for us both. I helped her get to her room and cleaned her up. Then I stole some pain relievers because I could see how much pain she was in.

"Hmm... I believe you, but you have to pay for it." "I'll give you money as soon as you let me go." "I don't want money." "I'll be your baiter." "How do you know what a baiter is?" "I... read Wattpad books, so I just thought." "OK. Your work starts tonight." "Can you let me go? Why do you always touch me. Don't you have a girlfriend?" His eyes darkened. "That's not your business, now is it?" I was already living with heart ache. How can he easily touch another woman?

The different girls, the lies with the element of truth in them – Jackson Hatton is an ultimate abuser – Jennifer Henz One time at the club, he tried to run his hands up my skirt – Mia Jackson took me to a hotel one time and he never called me back – Leah He’s such an asshole, tried to sleep with me and then my best friend – he did though - Meryl I would have never pegged Jackson Hatton to be an abuser but it all makes sense – he groped me at the club – Jane.

Like they are in the storyline. - Again: I would like to warn everyone that this book is about AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentally and physically. So that means that I will be going into depth about all the manipulation and grooming that comes along with situations like these. At times you may hate Amber, or you may even relate to her if you have been in a similar situation as her. But again, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ~ Prologue: My whole life, I never really knew what it meant to lose yourself.

It just wasn’t who I was. Was Thaddeus truly going to use Scarlett’s past to manipulate me? I’d read too many stories on these forced, loveless unions. I didn’t want to become a main character in that kind of plotline, especially in a werewolf world where violence and abuse were common norms. I’d tried to open up to Alistair and to bridge the gap between us, but he wasn’t interested in listening to anything I had to say. He didn’t even believe me when I’d told him that Liam would try to kill me.

"Don't compare me to abusers. I'm nothing like..." "Aren't you? You almost forced a mating mark. You used Alpha command. You made deals about my future without asking me. You're systematically taking away my agency. My power. My right to choose my own path." I open the door. "And you're doing it all while claiming it's love. Claiming it's protection. Claiming it's for my own good. That's the textbook definition of abuse Adrian. And I won't stay for it. I can't." "Freya wait..."

As she washed, she let her mind reminisce the past years she had lived in Madame Parker's home. For as long as Layla could remember, she had always been abused and treated like a nobody. The abuse started at a young age and continued for so long until she lost her ability to speak. She was whipped at the slightest offense and she had the scars to prove it. Long faded red whip marks on her back, legs and arms. She was rarely allowed to go outside the house so she didn't have to hide the scars that marred her skin. Madame Parker who had warned her countless times never to address her as 'aunty' didn't have children yet. Layla sometimes believed that she wasn't given children because of her cru

I seethed, so over her fake display of fear. “Yes, that's Alyssa Waters. The renowned Author. I don't know how much you know but her career ended last month because a beta reader read her latest book and saw chapters about heavy incest and rape. Mind you, this has been her oldest beta reader. Personally, she should've told her to change it instead of accusing her and saying she supported child molesters.” “Hmm.” I replied, stroking my chin with my hands and my eyes were fixed on Alyssa's picture on the document.