He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong?” I collapsed into a chair, my head in my hands, my voice breaking. “I’m fired, Amanda,” I shouted, my words raw, desperate. “Marcus—he kicked me out, threw me away like trash. After everything, all these years, he’s done with me. We’re screwed—bills, the kids, the house—we’re gonna lose everything!”

My old T-shirt ripped apart, falling in shreds. My bare torso was exposed before him, with nothing left to hide. Noah froze. During his temporary daze, I scrambled to the corner of the room, curling into myself in humiliation. That corner faced a mirror. By chance, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. My body was skin and bones, covered in a mesh of criss-crossing scars of varying lengths. I was ugly, hideous, with each scar the reminder of a nightmare that I had endured. The fragile defenses I had built in the past three months collapsed entirely.

"But the King threw him out of the Great Hall. No one can stand against Zayn when he is like this." The small door slammed shut, and the light disappeared. I sat back in the dirt, the darkness swallowing me again. I should have been happy that Zayn wasn't coming back to my bed. I should have been relieved that he didn't want to touch me anymore. But all I could feel was a deep, burning hole in my chest. My family had sold me, and now they had replaced me. I was discarded like a piece of trash.

They saw me as nothing more than what my stepfather had painted me to be—a promiscuous woman discarded like trash. "A loose girl!" Alpha Liam sneered, rolling his eyes in disgust. "I see why your stepfather sold you off, or should I say threw you out like trash. Someone who sleeps around until she's trapped with a pregnancy! How disgusting!" The insults cut deep, and I struggled to hold back tears. I had tried my best to remain silent, to endure the verbal assault, but I couldn't bear it any longer. The pain and humiliation overwhelmed me, and I found the strength to speak up.

Never looked at me the way they looked at her. Never made me feel like I mattered beyond the physical release I provided. And now I was being discarded. For her. My hands clenched around the phone hard enough to make the screen crack. No. No, this wasn’t over. If they thought they could just throw me away, they were wrong. If they thought that little bitch could just waltz in and take what was mine, they had another thing coming. I’d been patient. Professional. I’d played by their rules.

I was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game, discarded when I no longer served a purpose. “Get out!” Claire spits, her voice dripping with hatred. “You’re nothing, Just a shadow that doesn’t belong here.” .

In an instant, my gaze landed back to the television. And we were both left with silence. Will I leave them? Will I let go of the dreams I never knew I wanted until I've learned to love it? "It hurts." her voice cracked. I know she's trying not to cry, trying to be strong. "I know," I responded. I know. "When Storm decided to drop me like I was nothing, I felt my world crumbling down before me," I started, the indifference in my voice can be heard. "He left me like I was nothing."

Disgust at the crushing realization that I was nothing more than a transaction, a body to be used and discarded. Luckily for me, it finally ended. he came in my mouth and pinched my nose while his dick stayed in mouth, making sure that I swallowed his seed. When it was over, he pushed my head aside so he could zip up. "That was really something," he said, "What do you say?" He had a sick habit of making me thank him each time he did this to me. "Tha....thank you, Thomas" "Good. Get out" I stumbled out of the car, the expensive bags feeling like lead weights in my hands, my spirit feeling less like a human being and more like a sex object. He had used me and discarded me and the worst part wa

I didn't know what hurt more, the contempt in his words or the way he discarded me like trash. I felt like I was drowning, like it was impossible to breathe. Not only that, but I wanted to believe that somehow things could get better, that Gideon could love me the way I loved him.

I felt like a discarded child, cast aside for someone more desirable. Veronica's smile, Stella's smirk gleam – both seemed to mock me, rubbing salt into my open wounds. I couldn't express how I felt. The emotions swirling inside was making it harder to breathe and I found myself gasping for air and begging for all this to just end but I knew that it was far from over. Besides, nothing ever went my way before.