Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

"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.

“Hey kids, Martha will attend to you, okay.” Dylan didn't say a word. But, in his mind he knew he needed to do something. Later that evening he made phone calls with a few of his colleagues, narrating to them the event that happened at the school. “I felt so sorry for Katrina for getting insulted in such a manner.” His voice was heavy with emotion. “I need to do something about this madness.” He added. Dylan couldn't believe his ears when it was revealed through one of his colleagues that the lady whose kid abused Jeremy was the wife of a man who worked in his company with a huge debt on his head. “That's fantastic then,” Dylan remarked with a smirk.

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.

Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity. Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***. Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident. Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."

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.

I heard shoving, pushing, and Groban growls the words fuck you, but then I felt a pain strike me with a thud inside my stomach, groaning I fell to my knees as I wrapped my arms around myself. I gasped because the pain was just too severe, I would say that I’ve always felt when Groban got hurt but it would be a mild little pain. But this was excruciating, I felt another pain shoot through me, and Groban grunt and gurgle in his own blood, I screamed out as the tears carried on falling. Jake was instantly by my side as he grabbed hold of me, trying to see where my pain was coming from. But he didn’t understand, he couldn’t, he was human and had never had a mate.

I stood outside the door for two hours. Blisters burst and formed on my body continuously until they stuck to my clothes. Every breath I took hurt. My parents finally came back. My older brother, Dylan Jeater, was bandaged tightly. My father, Robert Jeater, carefully carried him to bed. My mother, May Jeater, walked straight up to me and slapped me hard across the face. It stung. “Are you happy now?! “The doctor said Dylan’s condition just took a turn for the worse. He might not even make it to sixteen now!”

He yanked tightly on the collar until he was choking her, and then let go. Today he smelled like alcohol as he stumbled around her, Grace had told Morana earlier that the guard who was put in charge was supposed to be her mother’s mate “Why did she have to die? It should have been you, you useless piece of shit!" He said, his voice coming out as a growl as he kicked the side of her stomach. Closing her eyes, she hung her head as the pain filled her body.

"The ongoing public discussion about Dylan Kade's medical condition and Taylor Jones's response to it." The journalist's eyebrows rose. She didn't interrupt. "Taylor Jones is not Dylan Kade's family member. She is not his medical proxy. She is not his friend. She is his former victim—one of many—who has never once spoken publicly about the abuse she endured at his hands." Aiden paused, his gaze unwavering. "Her silence is not indifference. It is dignity. It is the restraint of a person who refuses to reduce another human being's suffering to a sound bite, even when that human being caused her profound harm."