Molested Novels & Stories

I saw his satisfactory eyes. " So what?" I asked him dramatically giving no importance to his smirk. He chuckled and said trying very hard to provoke me," Tsk....tsk.....bro..I feel pity for you. Because of your womanizer nature, you are going to lose your position." " At least I am not a child molester. I still remember how you molested a 15-year-old girl. Being a womanizer is far better than being a child molester," I replied sarcastically and he just lost his all colours from his face.

He wheezes lowly, coughing when I slacken my grip and fall back to straddle him. As he struggles to gather himself, I see the pellucid traces of his trauma still eating into him as he crosses an arm across his face to hide his eyes from me. Quietly, I wait for him, nerves snapping covertly as I watch him finally expel some words. “I was molested when I was little...it was, Congressman Lee”.

She shook her hand and said sarcastically, “The earrings stink of old men. They’ll just dirty my hand.” Her brother grabbed my calf with one hand and caressed my inner thigh. Slowly, he pulled my leg closer to his body. I suppressed my disgust and struggled against him. When I hit his left cheek, he finally let go. His mother screamed, “You shameless witch! You’re seducing my son now?!” “He’s unworthy of it. I’m warning you now: molestation is a crime.”

I wanted him to cry like a baby that he would never do this to any girl in his life again. I swear I saw a black mist flying away from my fisted hands towards where he was molesting that poor girl. I shook my head to clear the fog that seemed to appear in my vision, but it didn’t seem to go away. I had heard of the term drunk with power, but I seemed to get drunk on anger. As I watched perplexed, I saw the black mist slowly entering Eric’s mouth and as it vanished inside him; I felt him stiffen. I turned to see if anyone else noticed this, but no one seemed to find anything more horrific than a stupid college boy molesting a waitress. I watched in horror as he let go of Joanna and began conv

I asked him, changing the topic, and he smiled. "I have a meeting by one, and we can leave after," He said, and I nodded. "Who are you meeting?" I asked him. "Bill Meyers. He is a private investigator, a beta wolf. We need to investigate the wolf attacks on the human territory because I know the meeting we have tomorrow is about that. I just hope it isn't something that would spiral out of control because I am enjoying the peace right now." he said, and I leaned forward and kissed him. I could understand his fears. We went through hell two years ago, trying to end the drug issues, Simone, his uncle and Cousin, and a lot of bastards that almost destroyed our world. We did not need that kind o

She said in a low voice and stepped backward. Just then, i remembered her. She was the waitress in that welcoming ball my mother held for me when i came back. This particular girl was the one who Carolina was bullying, and as i thought about that, i looked around and saw that most of the girls here were at my welcoming ball dressed in a waitress uniform. The time i had in that place was very limited and so i couldn't ask each and every one of them about what is happening to them. It is clear that they are being trafficked.

I croak. “Good. Now what exactly is scary about being divinely fucked by your mate?” Viki wants to know. I continued to drink from the wine while thinking about how to approach the subject. When I start to feel tipsy, my tongue seems to loosen.“I was molested for a long time, and the night that Caleb found me, I was raped. Everyone talks about how wonderful sex… fucking is, but for me, it only means pain.” I take another sip from the bottle. “Caleb told me he is willing to show me how wonderful it can be, but each time I think about it, I start to panic.”

I looked at his face and he looked discombobulated. He swallowed hard and dropped the glass of whiskey on the table. He turned cold and I could see it in his eyes. He didn't say anything but I wasn't going to let him get away with this one. "You molested her," I continued. "You made her feel less of herself. You fucking forced yourself on her. Gave her hickeys, and bruised her neck, shoulders, and thighs. You're a sadist Man." "I didn't—"

Messy and sexy are the two words Angga can judge Maureen by. "First too." Angga's nod was accompanied by a focus on the blank wall in the room. He looked down, admitting, "But I see it often." "Where?" Maureen felt burn at Angga's confession of seeing other women treated like her just now. "Do you like to see girls being treated like this?" "I don't want to experience my girl being molested by someone else." Angga stroked down Maureen's cheek. His smile looked dazzling after all the hot activities that left his partner lying content.

He could become prosperous if he went into modeling. The classroom was filled with groans and the pupils slouched into the chair. "Just a word of advice," Teacher Johnson said, his fake American accent evident in his voice. "For both the girls and boys. The crime of human trafficking has greatly increased in the past month so, I advice you all to be careful and avoid bad company." The entire class clapped loudly, not as a way to say 'Thank you, Teacher Johnson, for your wise words', but to rather say 'We've heard you, Sir. Now leave the classroom so we can go home'.