Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

Rivka became a tad bit more intense. "Nah," shook my head. "I had it coming. As you said, I'm kind of a horrible guy." "Domestic violence is no joking matter," Nicole also became serious. "That's unfair," I countered. "I'm not so slavishly devoted to the law that I'd ruin some girl's life because I was a total bastard."

“What nonsense are you saying? Noah, how did you become like this?” I deliberately did not dodge. I stood there and took the slap. It was the first time she had ever hit me. And it was for another man. But it would also be the last time. I lifted my head and looked at her. Under her panicked stare, I said, “Officer, my wife just committed domestic violence against me. You all saw that, didn’t you?” “No, I didn’t mean to. I just... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt? I really didn’t mean it!”

From where I sat, I had a clear view of the projector screen. My fingers slowly tightened around my purse. Marcus already has everything covered, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face. Magaret walked onto the stage, and the entire hall erupted in applause. She took the microphone and began to speak. “Domestic violence is not always loud. Sometimes, it is a slap. Sometimes, it is control, fear, and shame that nobody else can see. It happens in homes that look perfect on the outside, in marriages people envy, and in families that smile in public.

“You still haven't told me what this fundraiser is for?” “Domestic violence,” I state bluntly. She nods her head in silence, the air between us shifts as she gnaws on her inner cheek. Domestic Violence is an endless crisis in New Zealand. One in every three women has fallen victim to domestic violence and/ or sexual intimate partner violence. It was recorded that 165,039 family violence investigations were reported last year. I have been an advocate for this because my Nonna was slain by my Nonno. When I was just six years old, she, too, became a statistic, a number, and she paid the ultimate pric

I was sweating bullets, even my palms were already sweaty. I took a deep breath and ignored the deafening sound of my heartbeats. I began presenting the fruit of my labor. Well, mostly Dave's labor, but still. I also worked hard for this. "Violence against women and girls is a discreet global crisis which knows no geographic or cultural boundaries," I started. I made sure that my voice was clear and full of conviction as I presented my proposal. "It takes many different forms," I added. "Including domestic violence, harassment, sexual assault, and sex trafficking to name a few."

"He controlled all the money. I don't even know what we have." "We'll find out. I've already subpoenaed his financial records." Diane tapped her pen against the papers. "Now, I need to ask you some difficult questions. Did your husband ever physically harm you?" I hesitated. "He threw things. Near me, not at me. And he grabbed my wrist sometimes, hard enough to leave marks. But he never actually hit me." "That's still assault," Diane said gently. "The law doesn't require him to strike you for it to be domestic violence."

She explained and my eyes widened. It was a usual occurrence to find out that a man or woman had violated their mate. Domestic violence also occurred among our kind no matter how much our relationships seemed to be, even if they were made by the moon goddess herself. We were flawed just like mankind and violence was a huge part of us so it was not so unusual for violence to occur in a home. Sadly, most of the targets are usually women as we are seen to be weak and frail men take advantage and strike down at their mates. A disgusting act that would be hidden with threats.

Because seeing her like that broke me. “Soph never told me about a boyfriend. So I’m not sure.” I say to him and he shakes his head with a sigh. “Domestic violence isn’t just from a partner. It could be from a family member. Unfortunately, we will have to wait until she is ready to talk about it. I would also suggest her going to therapy. Talking sometimes helps. But right now, I have placed her on the watch list.” I furrow my eyebrows at him, the watch list.

Says the woman looking away. Chad frowns and tells him. —You are lucky, that you carry my children, in your womb, why else would I be hitting you. —That can be classified as domestic violence, you know. He points to a woman, with a serious face. —You know what better, let's stop talking about this. Eat Please. —Not yet, you said, because you hate me. —I already told you that I don't hate you, I simply have indifference towards you. —Because?

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..”