Fictional Rape Stories Novels & Stories

He couldn’t quite believe that it had worked so easily, that she had believed his lies so quickly. “I…” Her face crumpled, and a tear slid down her cheek. “You did rape me. You did before, at the river house, and I… Cameron raped me and you… you tricked me…” “Honestly, Aislen,” he had to cut that train of thought off before she ran with it. He could just imagine the chaos that the pack could make of the Triquetra’s whore claiming that they had raped her. “That’s f-king low. We had sex, the four of us. Group sex. If you are ashamed or embarrassed, then that is your problem, but trying to make it out to have been rape, that you were in any way unwilling, is bullshit.”

*Warning: This chapter contains material that you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of rape, abuse and violence. ***** “There are no accidental meetings between souls.” ~Sheila Burke I'm Rose Cintilar. Eighteen this year. And I'm about to be raped. But I don't know it yet. Because right now, I'm knocked out. The thing about being knocked out is this: you think you're awake—you feel awake—but you're logged out of memory, so it registers nothing except darkness. Black darkness.

They were monsters and fucking heartless money seekers, and they get away with their actions because we are illegitimate, no one knows about us, and no one will care or ask about us. At the age of sixteen, I got raped by the mafia boss's son, the young master of the family that I had been working for as a maid. I refused his constant requests to bed me until one day he locked me and chained me in my room, then forced himself on me and took my virginity brutally. He left me beaten and bruised, bleeding alone, and I thanked my fellow maid Sarra and my only friend that she missed my presence and came to check on me in my room. She found me in that state and helped me. My body shivers at the men

"That night, the two men did something indecent, which I only now know is an act of sexual harassment. Under the fireworks and firecrackers that kept roaring so loudly, they did it. No matter how loud I screamed none of them would stop doing it. If it wasn't for, Ella, my nanny, appearing suddenly, maybe, I'd already be a corpse there, I, don't know what happened next because everything was so vague. Ella, apparently took me out of the house, with all the stakes, she must find the body of a child my age to be my replacement. In front of my grandfather, those people said, if I, drowned in the lake behind the house, ems" Gale finally couldn't hold back his tears, he wiped them quickly and saw

Freya I just couldn’t wrap my head around how much of a shameless wh*re Sonia was. Even after everything, she still had the gut to try to spin a lie against Victor… “That man raped me! Victor Whitmore!! He rap*d me!!!” Sonia started to yell the moment she sighted the police. She turned to everyone but only cold stares from the guest. They were all amazed by her shamelessness. Who wouldn’t?

Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I was raped by Felix Sanchez five years ago,” she said softly. “I reported it but nothing happened.It was shoved under the rug because an insignificant person like me was trying to tainted a wealthy man.” Mr Sanchez slammed his hands on the desk again,his nose flaring.” She's lying, don't you dare frame my deed son.” The judged glared at the old man.” It's not your turn to speak Mr Sanchez.” Madison wasn't shaken,She placed photos on the bench. Photos of herself ,her skin covered in bruises, her torn clothes, screenshots of texts and even a photo of Felix with her. Their naked bodies were blurred but the rope around her wrists and the tape in her mouth wasn'

Besides, I’ve been staring at those figures for so many times, I practically see them in my sleep. ”Damn… you see numbers in your sleep?” ”Better than dreaming of being raped by almost a dozen men… I mean… f-forget I said that…" It took a while for The Interviewer to answer, ”Sorry, I can’t…” ”Well, that’s all I have to say about that so never mind, ok…” ”You were raped by that many men and you don’t want me to know about it? Why?” ”Because I don’t want to talk about it…”

I hated it "Well, then I will make it short and easy for you. I got raped at 10 then got sexually harassed by my cousin's brother, now you can leave if you want, you can stay if you want. I don't care."I just partially gave 3/4 of my life story in short to him. I was hesitant to look at his face, I kept imagining all the worst scenarios where he throws something at me for not telling him earlier, then me killing him for throwing stuff at me.

Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it. I clicked on the description of the book and read it: Rape is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone be it female or male, many think it is only females that becomes victim of rape but the story of Luciano shows males are also victims. Luciano was raped as a teenager and his past made him to hate women. How did the rape happen? Who was behind it? Will he ever let go of his past? Find the answers inside this book.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.