Molested Story Novels & Stories

"There was once a teenage girl. Pretty much about our age. She was cute, funny, caring, loving, kind-hearted... And a gem in short. She used to be timid but her life all of a sudden took a nasty turn. A turn that needed to awaken the voice in her. Else the consequences would be deadly. She was being molested by her elder stepbrother. " I begin to narrate. Creating the story there on the spot. "Mmmm. Now that's interesting!" Rachel inputs and I roll my eyes.

Audrey said in resentment. A crowded table after the fashion show was now blanketed in silence, as a handful of models took the initiative to share powerful and emotional personal stories of sexual misconduct, assault and rape and told the silent model colleagues a harrowing tale of how they were assaulted — some in vivid and disturbing detail of heinous behaviour.

"Lauryn, what's bothering you?" She sits quietly for a few moments, then tells me. "That story hits a little too close to home. When I was a teenager, I was molested by my stepfather, with one small difference, I did not like it. He raped me and for the longest time after that, I couldn't trust men." Looking at Lauryn in a whole new light, I grab her hand and hold it. "I promise you that I will never hurt you. Anything we do will be willingly." Caressing her hand, I drive into my spot and shut the engine off.

More than that, clammy. Scared Babe? Don't be. You're safe… .... We're here for you.... It comes crashing in over me.... The affair at Blessingmoors, having drifted from rumour to rumour over years, largely ignored or somehow, shushed, finally burst out a couple of years ago. Tales of trafficking, child prostitution, paedophilia, it all came out. Sick stories, tales of the worst possible side of humanity.... .... and Charlotte was in there.... Oh, my God....

So, I told him everything that he needed to know about the real me that I have left in the past, Kendra. Kendra was a little girl who had been molested and sexually assaulted by one of her foster parents when she was 10 years old. Kendra was never taken in by a loving family, she always ended up with greedy drug addicts who wanted to collect monthly checks so they used her instead as a front. Before she ended up in an orphanage and in desperation of being saved she fled into the arms of the first boy who gave her attention and the time of day. Kendra lived for that boy, she did everything and anything to please him and prove that she was worthy of his love and attention. The boy was all bad

“I know you, Walden. This ain’t a lovely get-to-know-your-future-in-law chat. You’re winding up to deliver something—” “You’re out.” Now he shut up. “Your story isn’t even anything remarkable. You saw a girl. You loved the girl. You wanted to take the girl away and make her just for yourself. You didn’t want to share, so you controlled her. You manipulated her. You twisted her sense of reality where, like so many sad, abusive stories, she slowly left her family and friends behind, and her life became about you. You and her child. But then she made a mistake, and she became friends with my mother, and that was the end of any hope Molly had in having her mother around for the rest of her life.

Shortly afterwards I feel my eyes getting heavy and let sleep overtake me. Sami's POV: I watch my papa fall asleep on the couch and then look over at my mama who is eating her steak burrito bowl with chips and queso that she got from Chipotle. "Mama what was Papa talking about when he said he got molested at the doctors office?" I ask her as Gage hands me my beautiful Whopper with cheese meal. Sighing "one of the fuckin nurse's literally tried to mount your Papa in the procedure room. I wanted to break every bone in that red headed cum dumpsters body but decided going to jail while pregnant would not be a good idea so I called a couple of friends in the police department and had her arrested

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

The reporters fell quiet but only for a few seconds before they again started. “Come Mily!” Adrian turned and pulled me by my wrist. But I decided that this has to be stopped once and for all! So I kept holding my ground and then said, “Listen very carefully please! My husband loves me a lot and he never lays a finger on me! He treats me like a queen! We are happy together and we love each other! Please, Please leave us alone!” “What about the Complaint then Madam?” “Yes, Is it believable that you fell in love with the person who molested you and harassed you in a public place? We know there is something fishy here!”