Family Punishment Story Novels & Stories

I'm never going to let that happen to me in the first place. Even the fathers of the child don't even have a right to tell me to get rid of my child, and he thinks he's something special. I'm going to make him understand that he did the wrong thing by trying to make me compromise. He was trying to force me. I'm having no mercy with him this time around. I want everything that he has. When I finally heard the sound of their bikes outside, my heart started beating fast. The moment Damon, Colt, and Blaze walked in, I rushed to them and hugged them tightly. I didn’t even think about it. I just held them.

Mark: No, I won't, because only a few months have passed since her punishment Severe punishment inflicted on his seventeen-year-old daughter for refusing to marry her fiancé and annulling the engagement a few months after it was announced; She was punished with deprivation of all the advantages of living that arose on, her father thought that her hatred for her father being a member of the Mafia and an essential partner in it would not exceed her grumbling about attending family celebrations or participating in any work related to them, but that it came to insulting one of the greatest leaders by refusing his son and annulling the engagement was the end Her father's patience with her behav

It turned out people really would cry when they were at the peak of their joy. My parents were sentenced to ten years in prison for intentional injury and attempted murder. Our family still had hundreds of thousands of dollars in savings, which was enough for Eason and me to complete our studies. Eason finally agreed to go to school. He threw a fuss about it, saying that others would make fun of him for only starting middle school at 14. Still, I could tell he was happy. He always studied late into the night and made notes everywhere. I went back to school, too. My health improved, though I still wasn't exactly the healthiest.

Ajax never knew my family, mainly because I was so fucked up that I never wanted to tell anyone what I had saw through my young innocent eyes, nor did I really want to talk about family life when I had just been placed in a care home. My mother, Nia, had three siblings, Parker, Pamela and Shay. Shay married when I was 10, into a big rich family and had two children with her husband, the last time I saw her was when I was 12, Parker had a wife, but decided to murder her one night after he caught her cheating on him with their next door neighbour, Andrea, no wonder why, she was beautiful, but still no excuse to cheat.

My parents and Heather can be very manipulative. As for my family, well Max didn’t really give them a choice in their punishment, he made sure they were treated just as poorly as they treated me. After a severe lashing he told all the surrounding packs what has been going on and he and I decided to take away everything from them and they were banished and made to go rogue. It took me some time to come to terms with what we decided and from time to time I start to second guess myself with that decision, but Max helps me to remember how bad it was before, and I don’t feel so bad afterwards. My parents and sister were horrible people to me, and I never did anything wrong to make them treat me t

From what I heard, the Isaac household was in total chaos every day. My parents groveled and called everyone they could to borrow money, but relatives avoided them like the plague and made excuses to get out of it. The son they once treated like a prized possession ended up rotting in a cold detention center. The final verdict came. He was sentenced to four years and six months in prison. When I heard the news, I felt nothing. He got what he deserved. The day when everything finally settled, Vivian dragged me out of the office early. “You’re definitely buying me a fancy meal today. Let’s celebrate our Lady Maggie here for finally breaking free from misery and starting a new life!”

I stared at it, seeing the ridiculous past we had shared reflected in the fragments. I threw it out the window with all my strength. It traced a curve through the air before hitting the ground and shattering completely. Two weeks later, Yasmin's case was concluded. She was sentenced to 12 years for multiple crimes. The Walsh family fell apart. Their company went bankrupt, their mansion was auctioned off, and her parents' hair turned white overnight as they moved into a tiny rental. Joseph, lying in the rehabilitation facility in Sornveil, lost access to his experimental treatments when the funds ran out. His condition was not good.

"I'm a district-level educator of excellence! I've published numerous books on family and education. All I did was use the extreme setback education method on my children! I gave birth to her, so I have the right to discipline her! I would never kill my daughter!" Several days later, my father came with a lawyer to see my mother at the detention center. When she saw my father through the glass, my mother was filled with hope. "Edward! You're finally here! You should tell the police that I'm an education expert and that all of this is just a misunderstanding. We're family after all."

"You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting." Frederick pressed a hand to his chest and let out a long, wounded sigh. "I know Jonathan has never liked me. But if he's going to destroy my reputation like this, I don't see the point in going on." That was all my mother needed to hear. She completely lost it. "Bring me my whip." The Smith family had a punishment tradition—ninety-nine lashes. My father had once been beaten to death under that same rule. And now my mother was ready to use it on me, all for a man she'd picked up from a nightclub.

Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom. Dad did the same. “The verdict is in.” His voice was flat. “Manslaughter and abuse. Sentences to be served concurrently. Life imprisonment.” Mom’s hand holding the receiver trembled as she looked at Dad. “You didn’t write me a statement of forgiveness.” “No, I did not.” Mom pressed her head against the glass. “Howard. Every night I dream of Bella. She would be standing by the bed, covered in blood. She asked me why I had hit her brother.”