Avengers Fanfiction Peter Abused Novels & Stories

But Peter was a man submerged in his own bitterness, and drowning men have a way of letting things slip — treating their captive like a priest behind a confessional screen. “He promised me vengeance,” Peter slurred one night, the stench of cheap whiskey hanging off him like a second skin. “Your noble future father-in-law. Victor. Said he’d hand me Ethan’s heart on a plate. All I had to do was play along. Frighten the little human. Make her run.” He laughed — wet and ragged. “And she ran. Like a good little rabbit. But it was never enough for him. Nothing ever is, with the great Alpha Victor. He doesn’t want an alliance. He wants a puppet. A Blackwell Alpha dangling on a Victor string.” The w

I nodded my head at the guard standing behind me who immediately threw the cold water on Peter, making him scream in fear and coldness. "Please... please don't kill me. I didn't hurt Bella. I didn't even touch her. I—" Peter started rambling, pleading for his life, and I smiled at him, gripping him by his collar, punching him hard across his face. "You did way more than this, Peter. You fucking tried selling your daughter to a psycho. You let him abuse your daughter. You emotionally blackmailed her, abused her, treated her like your fucking slave. You really think I would have mercy on you?" I asked him, kicking him harshly, and he let out a choked cry.

" You're crazy Peter. And you're wrong. You're stupid. You've always been and you'll always be. Flynn is the man I love, I've always loved Flynn..," " Oh yeah? Did you forget how that bastard son of a bitch fucked the life out of you back then?! Even if your childish brain thought that was love what did he do?! He kept betraying you over an over again. Pretty boy couldn't even remain loyal to you. Why?! Because you're a fucked up bitch!" " You're a loser! Peter that's what you are!" He slapped me across the face again. My cheeks were burning from his slaps but I didn't care. As long as I get to manipulate him to let down his guard.

Luther teased Peter, and in no time, Peter's eyes turned black as a sign that his wolf was in control. He was angry, and he was jealous. He was drinking from the same cup I drank from earlier. I felt bad for a while, then I tried to kill the feeling I was feeling. He claimed not to care about me, so I shall prove him wrong in my way. “Yes, I’m the one wanting to stay by his side!’’ “Don’t this Avyanna… He is a dangerous monster…” “I see no monster here but you… You knew it… You all knew that he wasn’t my father, yet, none of you told me a thing. You kept me in the darkness!” I lied.

Peter said gently as he saw that Anna was trembling and wasn’t comfortable around him. He didn’t care too much for her state of mind; all he wanted was an obedient girl that would voluntarily stay in his mansion and give birth to his kids while he went on his business trips to make money. “Oh…okay, Peter,” Anna replied again, still trembling. Even though she wasn’t receiving any manipulative vibes from him, she was still scared of him. He was someone that her abusive father knew and sold her to, so he wouldn’t be of a good character. She was certain of that.

They loved wrecking him like this. Maria’s hand moved from his waist to his chest, her fingers rubbing slow circles over his sensitive nipples. “You love this, don’t you?” she murmured against his skin. “No woman or man out there knows you like we do… or can love you the way we do.” “Ahh…” Peter gasped, his body betraying him. “Use your words,” Adrian whispered against his neck in a dark and commanding tone “You love it, right, whore?” Peter tried to hold onto his pride. They hadn’t even apologized properly yet.

Author’s POV With Christina having been taken away by one of the Alpha's men, Becca, Melissa, and Peter are stuck with a new wave of panic. Peter throws himself down with the chair he's chained to, screaming and shouting for his daughter to be brought back to him. The binds holding him are incredibly frustrating, but no matter how hard he tries to shift, he can't bypass the silver irritating his skin. Angry and frustrated at his dilemma, he roars, and the sound nearly brings down the whole dungeon.

She may have been a defective wolf with more problems than anybody should have to handle, but that did not give him the right to use her the way he did. “You humiliated me. Do you know what I do to girls who humiliate me?” Eva clenched her jaw tightly and continued to hold his hard gaze. “You can do whatever you want to me. I will never let you win.” A sadistic smile crept on Peter’s face at her words and he stood up tall, maintaining eye contact. “It’s not you who will have to pay the price.” Peter finally turned away from her and approached her brother, who was still strapped in his chair.

' She asked Heinrich while healing Sabu if he had any remaining injuries, but he shook his head. Finally, Yvere walked over to Peter who was on his hands and knees clutching his chest. "I'm fine, really. Just-" he grunted in pain. "Just need to get through this moment." Yvere knew what he had done to generate the last attack. "Did you use all of it? If you did I can kill you now as a mercy." She said, holding back tears. "Not...all...thankfully. Enough...for this...so...please...just...a moment." Peter's words were agonizing. He thought he should take the mercy kill just to end this, but knew he wasn't dead yet.

Peter turned his head toward us, his eyes filled with hatred while his lip curled in disgust as he spat at mom, “And you, Laura, are counting your last days here. Mom’s body trembled even more, almost falling on the ground because of being terrified out of her mind. Before I could say anything else, mom walked around and came in front of me, bending down to her waist halfway in a bow to mutter meekly, “I am s- sorry. I will never make the same mistake again. I promise.” Peter was not even looking at her. His gaze was fixated on me during the whole talk. When mom bent down, his eyes stared at my breasts. Because I had gotten soaked, the thin t shirt I wore was now clinging to my flesh. The t