Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

“We have lost at least ten young and old, the most vulnerable. Ten in this time frame is… huge. “There is also an influx of domestic violence which is further straining resources,” he shook his head grimly. “A woman bit her children just this morning – bites that will be permanently disfiguring… And a man tried to set his family on fire, saying that they were possessed… This sort of weather brings out the worst in people…” “Oh, god,” Aislen was appalled. “And Jessica? What’s going to happen about her?”

My ex-husband stepped forward with a bruise on his cheek that definitely looked like makeup. "That woman is violent. She has attacked me multiple times during our marriage. I have the scars to prove it." "Lies, as if I could beat a six-foot-one man," I said. "Is it?" Veronica pulled out her phone. " Everyone, I have photos. Videos that prove this mentally deranged person starts beating up her husband when things don't go the way she wants.” She turned back to me and smiled. I dreaded that smile not because I was scared but because people take domestic violence seriously especially if it's about a man even if it's true or not.

“Really? Did he hit you?” Demi was shocked. “Abel hit you?!” Serenity was also angry. “He got physical with you?!” Ruth pursed her lips and fell silent for a few seconds. “Is hitting someone really unforgivable?” Demi raised her voice. “Of course! That’s domestic violence! Where were you hurt?” As she spoke, she picked Ruth up and tried to examine her. Serenity was calmer and only reminded her softly, “Have you forgotten that she’s Dulcie’s senior? There’s no telling who would actually come out on the losing end if they fought for real.”

His jaw was set and his eyes were hard and he looked at me the way someone looks at a problem they have decided they are finished being patient with. "You went too far," he said. "You need to learn your place, Cathy." Something cold and final moved through me. I wanted to hit him back right then and there. I wanted so badly to give him a taste of his own medicine, to show him that the slap had killed the final straw between us. But then, from the corner of my eye, I saw the tiny camera focused directly at us from the pillar near the kitchen…and I knew I had just captured evidence of domestic violence. Hitting back would ruin my case in court.

She taunted. He kissed his teeth. “What are you insinuating?" Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she shook her head. "Aren't you ashamed of being a woman beater? I don't care what you two do, but if I were mom I would have stuck a knife in that cold heart of yours. Why can't you vent out your anger somewhere else instead of her?" "Whatever happens between Emma and I is none of your business. She is my wife." "And she is my mother, which means I can actually have you reported to the authorities for domestic violence. You are broke, do you still want to serve some jail term?" She glared not taking her eyes off him.

Khanak frowned looking at her who threw her bag on the table in frustration and asked her "What happened and whom are you talking about??" Dipanshi sighed before turning her head towards her and told her gritting her teeth what she saw an hour back “domestic violence, her husband beat her to that extent that she lost her unborn child and the doctors saved her from the verge of death but there is not even a fraction of regret in her husband. He is rather blaming her that if she had not instigated him to beat her then his child would have been alive today. How can someone be so cruel as to treat his own wife worse than animals and you know her in-laws are suppor

I wanted a bit of silence when I called Tank to tell him the news. ***Authors note*** We find out a little bit of Rider’s back story here, what made him who he is today. Domestic violence is something that is still a major problem today. If you are suffering, or know somebody who is, there is help available. I am always available if you want a little chat 😊 Xoxo

one anonymous source stated “Rowan tried to help her, but she was out of control. He’s lucky to be alive, to be honest ” My vision blurred with rage The incident, which left Mitchell hospitalized with multiple injuries, has sparked conversations about domestic violence and substance abuse in relationships. Mitchell’s lawyer has stated that his client is “traumatized but hopeful that Belle gets the help she needs.” I threw my phone across the room It hit the wall with a satisfying crack, but it didn’t make me feel any better That lying, manipulative, backstabbing piece of shit He didn’t just take me to court, he didn’t just humiliate me

I might not care about Desiree anymore, but I wasn't going to stand idly by while she was being abused by her mother. I called the police, and the police officers accompanied me to Vivian's home. Desiree wrapped her arms around my leg and refused to let go. She claimed that Vivian had hit her because she'd driven Wendy out of the house. Vivian had been incredibly cruel. She'd been so violent that she'd even broken a couple of plastic hangers in the process. Unfortunately, in Cendria, domestic violence was considered a family matter. Hence, the police officers weren't able to arrest Vivian. Instead, they only let her off with a warning.

"She is wild for you love... She hit Kane's Campbell's wife." "Even I hit that woman," I mumbled absent-mindedly. Of course, I am guilty. Hitting someone is not a glorious thing. This was the time I learnt about Intermittent explosive disorder, when Camille threw divorce paper on my face wearing Kane's t-shirt in our house, my house. "May I know why?" "Because she's my ex-wife, who pressed the charge of domestic violence," I said looking at Windsor who sees us. He is waiving his hands, calling us.