Molested Story Novels & Stories

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…

"Then twelve and fifteen. About six months each. Then I got to high school and realized that it wasn't just a game we were playing back then, but me getting molested. I had been molested by the boyfriends of my mom, but my mom had been too drunk and high to notice that." "So I was an easy prey for William's charms. Sweet at first, gentle with me during sex, but painful then, boom..." I chuckled sadly, oblivious to the tears rolling down my eyes. "... He switched up the game. Started yelling at me, beating me up, and cheating on me openly with other girls." "Sometimes, he would force me to have sex with him unprotected, and when I got pregnant with Kyle, because, I mean, how was I supposed to

Out of sight, out of mind. She hoped those dark rumors weren’t true, but she knew they probably were. It sickened her by the mere thought alone. Amber had been molested by one of her mother’s drugged out boyfriends before the state removed her from her mother’s custody. That boyfriend had disappeared soon afterward in what Amber thought was a steal her mother’s stash and run. The molestation was added to a file as thick as a dictionary with complaints of abuse and neglect against Krystal Dubois and her second overdose witnessed by her six-year-old daughter.

"Some people would like to share their stories with you." Nicole stood up. "You already know my name and age. I was once a normal girl. I cheered and danced, even did gymnastics. But that changed when my parents got divorced. She met a guy she really liked, brought him home. He moved in a month later. He was a heavy drinker and drug user. When my mom was at work, he snuck into my room and forced himself on me. I told my mom, but she didn't believe me, so I ran. And Bran and Mark found me." She sat back down tears feeling her eyes.

Stella nodded. They went to a food stall nearby and got some hotdogs. While waiting for the hotdogs to be prepared, he spoke, "This case is quite bizarre. One of the deceased is Mila Zachary, a high school student who had good academic results. She was also a social butterfly. Three months ago, she came to the police with her parents to report that she'd been forcibly r*ped by a classmate, Bobby Lameer, but that case was closed within a few days. We performed an audit and found that there was an extra one million dollars in their account, so it is highly likely that Bobby's family had settled the matter with money.

After two hours, Vixen's lying on my chest, shaking his head as he looks at the TV. "That was weird. That guy is sick." he says. "I can't believe she got pregnant by one of those guys. If anybody, it should've been Humbert's." "Either way, that's gut wrenching. Did you know that it's based on a true story? She was actually twelve in real life?" I say, nodding my head. "They sex trafficked a twelve year old? And an old guy basically molesting her with her consent, it sounds weird, but you get me. And I thought I was the sickest person out there." he says, shaking his head.

That incident was factual, the concern she saw on his face that night was also factual, unlike the accusations against him which were just rumors, and rumors were seldom true. “Okay, that was a bad joke,” Maggie said, probably sensing that she was somewhat offended by it. ‘I’m sorry.” She paused and looked at the road in front of her, then spoke again. “But I will joke it again once we have proof that he really is a scumbag. If he’s really a sex addict, I wonder how many girls he had molested or raped.” Molested or raped, Misha grimly repeated in her mind. Was Soren a helpful angel or a sex-addicted demon?

She needs to let it all out. “There was this man that came to my room, I guess he was the same guy that they made me sit on his legs in the annual ball. Whenever this guy was around, my mum...the witch would blindfold me and ask me to get on my knees. The man would put his disgusting dick in my mouth and the witch would tell me how to please him. I feel so unclean, so fucking dirty." She cries even harder. I can't believe my mate was sexually molested, from such a young age.

I’m the only human, the last person he should be worried about in fact. I thought for a second. My whole body feels just fine. Then images of King and his black wolf flooded my head. “You could say that,” I murmur. He did save me after all. My mother nods. “He told me some guys tried to molest you, is that true?” my mom looks at me. I look down at my lap, “Yes,” it was hard admitting something like that to your own mother. She freezes and I look at her. Her face paled, and she looks like she’s been splashed a bucket of ice water.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.