Books About Domestic Abuse Fiction Novels & Stories

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I was also underweight and vitamin deficient. “I’m not going to beat around the bush here darling. Your injuries are consistent with domestic abuse. Is the man that brought you here the one putting these marks on you?” Jenny’s voice was kind but there was a hint of steel in her voice when she mentioned Vex. My body reacted on its own when I shook my head yes confirming that he was the person that had made my life a living hell.

"Maybe you both had a different experience. Point is, she told me she had been b.attered, and I thought maybe I could help her heal, help her find love and comfort, but I guess I was wrong. I ended up being the one needing that healing, needing that love and everything that came with the bundle." He paused, and Zeenah used that moment to cradle his head to her bosom. "You know, life is always not fair to people like us. But I guess you and I have been given another chance to heal. Perhaps, we might heal each other and will one day find a purpose in love." She ran her hand through his soft hair and continued, "my situation with yours are almost similar, but the most surprising part is that I

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When I finally finished the clinical timeline, she closed her notebook with a definitive snap. "This fundamentally changes things, Elena." "I assumed it would." "Until now, Marcus has been a financial and emotional manipulator." A heavy pause. "Now, we have actionable physical evidence of domestic violence." I looked down at my lap. "I don't think he'll do it again. He was horrified by himself." She held my gaze, her eyes entirely unyielding. "Almost every woman who experiences intimate partner violence says that exact sentence." I swallowed hard. "I know."

I said with a blank look. “Speaking about work. Am currently working on a story and it really critical. Personally, am interested in it” “Hmm what is it about?” “Okay, a man have been maltreating his wife for the past 6 years now. Both physically, emotionally and sexually” “What the..domestic violence still happens?” I asked shocked as I forgot about the work I was busy with. “Like, I was surprised too. I mean, a man have no right, no fucking right to lay his hand on a woman..talk less of his own wife..”

“Great. I’d like to report several cases of domestic abuse.” Shaking. That was what I was doing now. Shaking. Trembling. Quivering. No other words for it. I had just relived the last two years of my life in excruciating detail. I burnt from each word I just spoke. Hell, every part of me was aching, even the parts that were hopeful. I was just hoping that a few hours of an interview and an hour of scanning pictures of previous injuries from my online drive was enough.

All this talk about having to walk on eggshells while living off the charity of others is nothing but a bunch of lies! "And yet, she still claims she just wanted a better life for herself. How much better does her life have to get for her to be satisfied?" "In that case, is it true that her ex-husband abused her? Either way, domestic abuse shouldn't be tolerated." "It shouldn't even be called domestic abuse. It should be called assault!" "Either way, that's no excuse for her to hurt other people. But if her ex-husband did abuse her, is it possible for his identity to be exposed too?"

Sweetheart. "The man may be famous for saving others' lives, but his wife's in jeopardy. I need proof that he's abusive toward her. Given his status and profession, people are less likely to believe her; he's that powerful." I was unimpressed by what Iogair was telling me. Unfortunately, domestic abuse was not uncommon. Several men I worked with had wives or girlfriends at home that were regularly beaten as if it were a sport. "Why come to me?" I asked boredly.