Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

Upon seeing Grace, Jackson walked over quickly and hugged her into his arms. "I'm fine." Grace shook her head, but she felt moved inside. This man appeared in front of her so quickly upon hearing her news. There was truly no comparison without harm. If it were Aiden, he would probably wish she was dead. "I want to expose his crimes!" "Okay." Jackson immediately agreed. Then, Grace gathered her thoughts and uploaded Aiden's previous torture and abuse against her, along with part of her autopsy report, onto the internet. To attract attention, she deliberately edited an eye-catching headline:

He strokes her cheek and nods to dad. "we need you both in my office Mandy is gonna come here to sit with her till you come back Grant. I found out some things you both should hear since you're around her daily",we both nod and I quickly mindlink Sam and she agrees to come to the room now. "is it bad please dad tell me she wasn't raped",Grant begs tears falling as he stares at his mate sadly. "no son but she was abused and no one helped her they were ordered not to",he looked beyond livid.

She was bullied mercilessly behind bars. Jones said many things, but he never once mentioned Kyle. From the news, I found out Kyle had fallen into alcoholism. A drunk-driving accident left him in a vegetative state. Still, none of it mattered anymore. As Thanksgiving approached, Jones called me again, his voice full of hope. "Grace, will you come home for the holiday?" "No. I’m happy where I am." I worked hard and earned trophy after trophy. Right now, my only pursuit was fulfilling my own worth.

Now that we were alone, I turned my attention back to my hear friend. “Daniel Keffler, am I correct? Born third of July 1991 and raised in New Jersey, born to Millie and James Brown. Only child of both parents. Been in and out of detention centers since he was twelve. Once, for setting his teachers house on fire because she failed him on a test. The teacher and her three year old son suffered burns that scarred them for life. The son eventually died from smoke inhalation.” He stood up and tried to lunge towards me but they threw him back down on the chair.

Justin, stand up, " I cried out. "You better behave yourself if you want to get out alive. " "Trust me, after this, you will come back crawling for my manhood again just like that cheap slot Jessica. " He seized my jaw, tightly that my lips pouted out. He was about to kiss me when I heard a gunshot. His blood splashed on my face. Immediately, his tightened grip on my jaw and hands was released. Dylan staggered a few steps back, slowly looked down at his stomach where the pain was, and saw he had been shot.

All the times I had suffered in these walls I had always kept my decency no matter how badly I was beaten not accepting the advances any wolf made I still made sure I was untouched. This would be the end of me. Gang abuse! I would never be able to bear the humiliation. “Please… I’ll never complain ever again I’ll avoid Jaden by all means, I’ll do all your bidding, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on but ple…please don’t let this great sin to be committed” I yelled with every fiber of strength I had left at this point my tears had blinded me and I had no idea if Riley and Shyna were still in the room or if they could hear my cries through the mocking laughter of the guards.

“Gilliard sustained some serious injuries.” “But he’s alive?!” The doctor nodded his head. “He’s alive, however, he has been paralyzed from the waist down.” Goddess, that means he may never be able to shift again. “Now… Please, let me take a look at your own injuries!” I agreed reluctantly, and released Dylan’s cold hand before Taking a seat on the bed next to hers, tears still flowing down my cheeks. Dylan would kill me if she knew I was neglecting myself. Dr Bennet drew a curtain to stop me from being distracted by my mates corpse, and Ryan made his way outside to grieve himself.

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.

Jackson was worried that it would affect you. "She's being a fool." Grace's heart ached for Noelle. She couldn't believe what had happened. "Now they're both sticking to their own versions of the story. Joshua denies the rape allegations and is accusing Noelle of intentional harm." Hazel paused and added, "Ms. Jackson was traumatized by the incident and is currently also in the hospital." "I want to go there!" … The entire VIP hospital suite was frighteningly silent. Grace rushed into the hospital room. Noelle was lying in bed, looking pale and listless. Timothy sat beside her.

“My real name’s Jackson Rivera. I grew up in foster care after my mom OD’d when I was nine. Bounced around until I was sixteen then I ran. Lived on the streets, danced in underground clubs to eat. Learn fast that sex sells, but it also gets you hurt. Had a boyfriend once Dylan. Sweet kid. We were gonna get out together. Marcus offered him a ‘private gig.’ Dylan never came back. Overdose. Official story. But I know better. Marcus sold him to some rich fuck who liked it rough. Too rough.” Jax’s voice cracked. “I stayed at Inferno to watch. To protect the new ones. Like you. That’s why I flirt. That’s why I fight. Because I couldn’t save Dylan. But I’ll be damned if I let Marcus or your profess