Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

“And it all started after the accident on the reservoir?” She nodded. He sat on a kitchen chair and leaned back, taking as relaxed a pose as possible, putting himself lower to set her at ease. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” Again she moved away from him, to the counter to stare out the back window into the night. “We used to go ice skating every chance we got. And that time, Maddie wanted to bring Dylan.” “Dylan Miller, the neighbor’s son.” He’d read the file. Victim: Dylan Miller, age four, male. Currently, the Miller farm stood abandoned across the road. The family had moved away shortly after the accident.

Brock stood and shook his hand, and Slate pulled himself up off of the couch and managed to greet him as well. “Well, I guess I don’t need to tell you this is a problem,” Granite said. He’d always been sympathetic to their plight, understanding that they couldn’t help their nature. “The Greys are pissed.” “I understand that, Granite, but Rider says he didn’t hurt the girl,” Brock said. “And Jack Grey had already threatened Slate today, as you know.” “He says he didn’t speak to Slate, only saw him on the girl’s school bus.” Granite’s eyes were heavy on his face. “Why were you riding the bus from a school you don’t attend, Slate?”

she said. This wasn't the first time Lydia had gotten hurt; she faced abuse at the hands of her parents from the early age of five until she ran away when she was fifteen. Later on, she endured the abuse of Kevin, who would lash out at her for the turnout of their lives, and to an extent, his abuse was worse than that of their parents. She had escaped that when she went to college and lived a normal life, but she met Anthony when she began working at Jakob Investment, and after the first year of dating, he became abusive. None of the people who had hurt her in the past had made provision for aftercare, even though they had caused her pain. Jayden White was doing that even though she had caus

He says, running his thumb over her bottom lip as a sad look crossed his face. “One more thing, Marley was a heroin junkie and left the child malnourished and abused him terribly. There are old cigarette burns covering his legs and faded blue marks on his tiny arms. He’s in intensive care at the moment getting the treatment he needs. I am not saying this to make you stay with me, but please know that after seeing and hearing that, I need to give this child a better life. No one deserves the kind of abuse they have dealt him.” Kieran says and Devyn suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"Then why are we still standing here?" All three of them looked at me. "What?" I asked. Damon blinked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "Betty. Are you sure?" "No." I folded my arms. "Travis has been causing problems for a long time. He worked with Lana. He stole from the club. He helped attack this pack. He helped people come after me. Every time something goes wrong, his name shows up somewhere. I can't believe I used to like that bastard."

“Answer me, Isla.” She stared at the light above them. Then returned her attention back to him. “Yes. Even if he was still a child,” she answered, with reluctance. “Dianne tried to defend her son, but her mate was too strong. As a result, both of them were beaten. Almost every week.” “Fuck it.” Zachary’s fangs elongated. He was aching to dry the bastard's blood. He will kill that bastard for physically abusing Calvin and Dianne.

Darcy arrived just in time as she was being raped, luckily before she was tainted but the reporters who were tipped off earlier still got the shots they needed for the juicy scoop. Newspapers celebrated the lustful actions of the general manager, Grace Kingsley who wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to any level to get contracts. Her vulgar photos were splashed all over the net with unpleasant titles. Even though Adam and the rest personally visited her at Darcy’s bequest to reassure her that they didn’t care about what others thought, Grace couldn’t overcome the mental barrier.

"Then again... you do expect me to be excited to see you so why am I not surprised?" I can't help but flinch and take a step back. Just her presence reminds me of the former Luna, my mother when she was pissed off and ready to fight. She's ready to rip me into pieces. "Daisy, please... I-I want to make things right! I-I have information that can help you!" Right! Get back on track, Tristian! Daisy laughs at my pitiful stammering. "I don't want any help from an abusive rapist like you. Get out of here and get prepared, bastard. I'm going to make sure you suffer tenfold after what you've done to Skylar."

Gwydian laughs and a growl when he calls Dylan stuck up. “Don’t call him that! It’s better, actually. I mated and marked both of my mates, including Dylan. There is a long story involving both Dylan and I being drugged and lots of weird psychological shit my father and other people have done,” I explain. “Fuck, man! Where are you? I’ll send a car tonight!” Great! I won’t need to spend the night in a shitty motel and hopefully, Liam is okay with how many powerful men will be around.

One night while tending to my wrists, Damian asked about my bipolar. I told him that one of my ex-boyfriends was abusive, but I didn’t tell him that I was, well, gang-raped. I had only told Rai about it. I didn’t want others to know, not even my family. Damian froze when he heard that I had been abused for months by my ex-boyfriend. “That bastard.” Anger filled his voice. He was so angry that he unconsciously squeezed my injured wrist.