Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

Damien “Boss, take a look at this.” Drake angled his phone toward me from the front seat, his expression tight. I leaned forward, and there it was… “Mrs. Grayson allegedly with her thug causing chaos in Liberty Nursing Home.” The headline blared across the screen, followed by a shaky video clip clearly pulled out of context. Social media, always eager to twist the truth into something unrecognizable. My jaw clenched as the footage played. I didn’t need the sound to feel the mockery.

Penny said. As she spoke, I stepped to my left where Graham was coming out of his room. He was in a state that silenced me for a moment. His face was scratched up so badly that none of us responded for the first few seconds. "I’m not going to stay with Kaylee anymore. I don’t want an abusive wife like her. I am letting you all know, I love Madeline," Graham stated with his lips split, his nose bleeding, and too many bruises on his face and neck.

I reply coldly. He looked at me bitterly, “You had power and he wanted it!”. “I had no power. He shut my wolf down until I left him. I had no wolf for the years I was with him!” I say with tears in my eyes. “What?” he asks again confused. “He had her wolf almost destroyed. It is why he is in jail, among the abuse she sustained at his hands,” Jackson says bitterly.

Jake struggled to wear his clothes, but the cops overpowered him. “We have enough proof against you. Ra*e and attempted se*ual abuse are acts of felony. You can’t escape the law.” I eased off the bed and ran to Drake, wrapping my arms around his neck to cling to him. “Drake, where were you? He tried to force himself on me!” I sobbed as tears of relief fell from my eyes. I had no idea what would have happened if Drake hadn’t saved me. He hugged me closer. “I was right here, recording the proof, Daniella. I called the cops right away. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Cole and Lumi were updating the family on her, with Heath drinking in every word, before the two men approached him. “Beta Dyers, we would like to thank you for helping our daughter. For getting there when you did and scaring that piece of shit away from her. She was not sexually assaulted so she is lucky, but her poor body is battered. The doctor called Adam back to show him all of the injuries and for him to help her heal. For some reason, her body is refusing to heal itself.”

"Jason, I wanted to-" "What the actual fuck happened to your shorts?" His eyes ignited flames of pure rage. Gracie realized it must have been torn when she jumped from the gate. Seeing the side of her shorts ripped made him fume tremendously. He clearly wasn't impressed with the apparent cut that was drawing blood from her golden brown skin. "You're injured!" He panics. "I am?" She looked to the side of her bare thigh and was indeed bleeding. Although, not as much as Jason reacted but alright. "Oh, I didn't even notice-"

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

We both look with shocked expressions as Dylan strides towards us and stops right in front of Jake, looking him dead in the eye as they hold contact, neither of them wavering, like two dogs ready for a brutal fight. The pain all over my body causes me to whimper as I try to say something. "Babe", Dylan crouches down to look at me and his eyes turn dark the moment he sees the holes in my body from the spikes, the bruise on my face from the slap and the brutal assault on my thigh.

The woman in them wasn’t Zoe—it was Jenny. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. She had a history of animal abuse and was even the admin of multiple online groups that circulated cat torture videos. Dylan had no idea how long he sat there staring at the screen. When he finally shut the laptop, his mind was blank, his head pounding like it was about to split open. He turned instinctively to look at Jenny, still sleeping peacefully in bed. His eyes burned red with rage, and something dark and feral flickered in his gaze.