Molested Story Novels & Stories

There is a hint of anger in her voice. I know she would not believe me like what she did before when I told her that Uncle Jonathan molested me ten years ago. When I was a kid I don't know that it was wrong but I knew it wasn't good, so I told it to her but she said that I was only dreaming and stop creating stories. She thought that it was only part of my imagination as a kid. Years had passed and as I grew up I understand more about the world and realized that what he did was a sin and punishable by law.

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 hot 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.

"It was a cold night… I am sure that you are very familiar with the beautiful lady." "Tell me names on who molested her." Tequila continued. "I can spare your life—maybe…" His voice sent coldness through the man as it started shuddering. "El-Eleven years ago…our lady boss called us out." The man stutters.

I wasn't surprised by her insults because I had always been her greatest disappointment. "I know I may not be the child who made you proud to be a mother, so you should be glad that this will be the last time you ever hear from me," I sneered. "But you should know that I was sexually molested by my boss two years ago and you didn't even see that. And today he was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. I am finally free of him. And of you." "How dare—" “You weren't always a good mother to me,” I answered, cutting her off. My voice was calm. “But I will be different.”

" A bitter taste rose in my throat, and it felt as though my very blood were running cold. What was I even doing here? My mate of seven years was asking me to save the mistress who had destroyed our relationship. I really wanted to ask Grote what I was to him. But before I could speak, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the treatment room. He barked an order at the male wolves to pin me down, then proceeded to force my legs apart. "Healer, check her. See if her symptoms down there match Christine's." I struggled with everything I had. I never imagined that Grote would just ignore the gazes of the other male wolves and force my legs open in front of everyone.

Their brief time together had evidently not embarrassed him by so much as an atom, while she felt like a dupe being cruelly taunted with a massive blunder. She could not shake free of humiliating recollections of their lovemaking. She had given herself so completely: she had held nothing back and had virtually begged for his sexual possession. Those images smarted in her memory like an open wound and an unwelcome reminder of weakness and stupidity. “You’re unbelievable. That’s what you’re worried about? What they said? Not the fact that I’m in this mess because of you? Not the fact that I’ve been here thinking of a way I can keep you out of trouble, while you’re busy entertaining strippers?”

She watched as her husband interacts with his business partners, a smile on his face. She thanked God for blessing her with Hussain. When he was introduced to her by her brother, she didn't take him seriously in fact her mind was in school. But after a while, she felt her worlds belong to him, he owns her. She sighed softly as Hussaini walked towards her, making her heart wants to rip out of her chest. She shifted in her position feeling awkward.why will he talk to her while his parents are here? "Mama. Sorry, but can I steal my baby for a minute"He asked upon reaching them. "Mara kunya, you can take her with you ."His mother replied, laughing. Nafisa wished the ground would swallow her, why

So, their family doesn't have to go through a walk of shame. "What happened to the secretary?" I asked curiously. "During the birth, the lady couldn't handle the pain and died while giving birth to him. Rumors are that his father's wife paid the doctors to kill her mother but we can't be sure as there is no evidence of the accusation." I hummed at his words, and he continued. "And yeah, one more thing. When he was thirteen years old. He gets molested by a group of gay people and he still seeks therapy for it but nothing helps. So, he indulges himself in drinking, sex and smoking weed.

“The first moment I saw you.” I looked down at the tiny mole. “After all,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the mark, “I’ve memorized this spot. Dreamed of tasting it.” My mind was chaos. “So the dinner, this trip… it was all on purpose? Why didn’t you just tell me?” I was angry now, angry at being deceived for so long. “Because I knew you were afraid of men like me,” he said, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You said you would never get involved with a dangerous man. If I had told you who I was, you would have run.”

I hung up before he could start rambling again. I wrapped up with the elementary school teacher after harvesting his organs. I sent Wayne and the others to deliver them to the hospital. At least the bastard wasn’t entirely useless. His heart and liver were intact; one kidney was ruined, but the other was fine. Those poor kids on the donor list would make use of them. After hearing rumors that he’d been molesting girls in his class, I’d dug deeper. Turned out it was true—court case dismissed for “lack of evidence.”