Molested Stories Novels & Stories

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

Apart from that, there were also records of crimes they had committed in the last ten years. For example, there was the shareholder who complained the most, Leslie Wolvendom. Although he wasn’t involved in many bribery cases, he molested a few young girls using lowly means three years ago. There was solid evidence of those incidents, and on top of that, he even hired someone to break another person’s legs and threatened the victim’s family members… If such evidence were to be collectively handed to the officials, this fellow would have to at least go to prison for ten years.

They seemed to be discussing something excitedly. Alban had no interest in what the women were talking about. However, he perked his ears up when he heard the name 'Hilda Adams' "I heard Hilda was molested by her uncle when she was just a child!" "Her photos are all over the internet! She was molested by her uncle and her cousin. They even took pictures of her. Look, I saved those pictures on my phone. She is completely naked. Moreover, she had not even hit puberty at the time!"

Jasmine and Jasper nodded and sat on her floor with her as she started to tell them her story. “When I was young, around 7, I was…molested..but I was afraid to tell anyone…my parents found out, but they didn’t stop it… Around 8 is when I first shifted into my wolf by the force of my parents. That’s when the beatings started. It was slow at first, but my father would hit me. I didn’t understand why. He told me I was not beautiful and that he was ashamed to call me his daughter. My mother joined in as well. Then they had the pack turn on me. I was forced to cook, clean, do the laundry, babysit, and take abuse from any of them…even though I was the Alpha’s daughter and next in line to be Alpha

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

He was already sucking my chest when Mortel added another two fingers in my insides. “Shit, Mortel! You’re stretching me out!” His hot breath continued to prickle my pussy. “You’re so tight, fuck.” Mortel groaned. “Just enjoy Helen’s pussy, Mortel. For sure this would be the first time you would taste a new pussy after being married for ten years.” Roscoe teased him. Mortel is thirteen years older than me. But even at his age, he had kept his aura and posture perfect. Roscoe dropped on his knees and brought my other leg on his shoulder. The next thing I knew, there were two tongues simultaneously sucking my pussy.

I reached out and, as carefully as possible, wiped away her tears. “I know,” I said, hating to admit it. Because when I did, all of this could have been avoided if only--- I took a deep breath and started at the beginning… “The MC has a very strict rule about--- pedophiles,” I said, barely getting the word over my lips. “Rabbit was molested as a kid by his mother, and Prez came from an abusive home where he had to watch his father and uncle molest his two older sisters. Even Knives has his own story with women, and it doesn’t end pretty.” I clenched my jaw, hating the memories that flashed behind my eyes…

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

"Alright, I am leaving. But, Anna, I'm being serious. It has been two years since Allen passed away, and despite how much you loved him, it's time for you to start dating again — or at least entertain the possibility — rather than shutting down every seductive man who so much smiles at you. Have you not been informed? Complete chastity isn't only saddening but also dangerous to one's physical health. She had made one huge mistake, which she had pledged never to repeat, but she didn't dare to tell her closest friend the truth. To Anna's eternal humiliation, she hadn't remained fully celibate in the previous two years. rather of speaking, Anna hurled a wet sponger in her direction." Let's go o