Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

Nina described abuse that made my stomach turn, detailing months of psychological torture and physical violence. “Jack helped me escape,” she explained, gratitude evident in the way she looked at him. “He worked in the pack as a guard.”

She bombarded him with questions and he chuckled in pain. “I'm fine, Dylanne.” “Don't say that,” she sobbed. “You're hurt.” Her fingers traced the bruises on his skin. Cynthia looked at him with so much care, then back at Dylanne. “What happened?” she asked. “I got jumped by some guys when I was coming back from school. I don't know how or why; I never offended anyone,” he said. I stood there, watching them—watching Dylanne almost cry and Eric feel sad about getting beat up. I know who did this. Kenji fucking Reed. The man who calls himself my father. Someone who is always ready to hurt another person for his selfish gains.

It's twelve forty-six. "At least tell me one thing." Daphnie sighed. I could tell she didn't want to talk about it, but I needed to know. Maybe I could put Chad and myself in the same situation to help Chad fall in love with me. "Adam got grazed by a bullet." "WHAT?" "Yeah... It's complicated." "Well, uncomplicate it." "Not right now, Amber." Daphnie looked very uncomfortable. "I need to get back to work; we'll talk later."

,I blush. "You guys need to tone it down",he chuckles as I'm sat by my pup who still looks upset. "Your wanted baby, I gather him close, we all want you here. I couldn't live without you Nash",he sniffles more and hides in my chest. I kiss his head as I comfort him. Many pack members look our way sadly as he wipes at his face. The pups many of us took in had it awful and are well rounded boys and girls considering the abuse they endured. Linda needs to be killed along with that mate raping whore Beth. I was mad at Hunter till it registered he was drugged and raped. He barely wants to talk about that time but the videos coming in show he is out of it and often times saying no.

In fact, I had multiplied my promise to him several times over with the startup capital the system gave me, and under his helpful guidance. I was no longer the woman who bent and broke for love. I had my own career, a husband who loved me, and a pair of adorable twins. Still, I would hear news about the Forrests every now and then. I heard that Dylan had tried to earn a reduced sentence by reporting a few prison gang leaders. Unfortunately, they broke his leg for snitching on them. Now, he was a cripple who was bullied every day and assigned to scrub the filthiest of toilets.

His conscience wouldn’t shut for a second for him to listen, and he desperately needed a friend to listen and advise him. His agitation alarmed Dylan. “Bro, are you alright?” Jake stopped pacing and looked at Dylan with a worried expression. “I did something stupid last night.” “What?” Dylan whispered with a suspicious expression. “I fucked Meredith last night.” Jake hid his shamed face behind his palms. Dylan’s eyes grew wide as a saucer. “Dude, what the…” he started to yell, but Jake pounced on him, covering his mouth with his hand. “Dude, keep it down!” He whispered yelled.

As an orphan who had grown up in different foster homes due to my behavioral issues as they always said, I was now mandated to attend therapy at twenty one so that I can finally live free. But this man who had been picked to be my therapist was a child groomer and an abuser. Mr. Diddy Powell did little of the job and more of violating those who were sent his way. The only person who knew of this was my best friend from the orphanage, Molly. But Molly was under the care of her foster parents and couldn't do anything to help. The orphanage had dismissed my complaints about Diddy and had refused to let me have another therapist. “I still can't make sense of why you'd always want to keep your di

“Are you sure?” “I am.” He stares into my eyes with great seriousness. According to their research, the piece of shit was born in Wichita. He is Donovan Mallory’s illegitimate child with his mistress, Annalise Miller, who died from suicide many years ago. Drake Mallory was a victim of child abuse and was rehabbed because of his traumatizing childhood events. He had a history of corneal transplant—twice. Am I hearing a story about the most unfortunate Annalise Miller?

Jack made up and went to his room. "Call me if you need to." Jack said while leaving. - "Ummmmmmmm ..." Grasis was standing by the closet in the room, tying the bandage around the wound under his chest. For two days she had been tying the same blood-stained bandage over and over again, and today he was bandaging himself. He was bandaging his belly very tightly around his waist. He had probably already worn such a tight bandage on his leg because there he was adorning the paint he had taken out of the closet. Ayla quickly got up from the bed and came to him. It was morning of the third day. Grasis had slept for more than two days because he had been suffering from a high fever for two days du

Dylan's hand clenched into fists, as he forced himself to listen to her and not interrupt. “ I wanted to know who did it so I went to Carl Houston who owned that club. He showed me the video of me getting raped. But in that video, I was not struggling against that man nor did I looked drugged ” Celeste clenched her jaw hard and placed her chin on her knee, looking away from Dylan and at the sun rising in the distance.