Romance Novels With Physically Abused Heroines Novels & Stories

But then the sunlight dimmed, shadows creeping across the field like ink spilled on canvas. Her face blurred, the edges melting into darkness. A sharp, searing pain tore through my chest as I saw the bright red stain spread across her white dress, blood blooming like a cruel flower. "No! Valentina!" I screamed, my voice breaking, tears burning my eyes. "Please don't leave me! You promised!" Her smile was the last thing I saw before she vanished, swallowed by shadows. --- I jolted awake, heart pounding wildly, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. The cool night air kissed my damp skin as I tried to steady my ragged breathing. My room was cloaked in darkness, moonlight slipping through the

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

I had loved and trusted this man with my everything, but he had used and betrayed me in the end. Never again, I thought. Never again will I let any man break me like he has. Authors Note: A billion apologies every one. I had a health emergency that FORCED me to drop everything immediately. But I've stock piled chapters and will be uploading consistently from the first of February. I am also working on some new books and would love if you could leave comments with suggestions of the type of books you'd like to read. E.g billionaire, werewolf, reverse harem, forbidden romance etc

The casual way she was touching him, like she had every right to put her hands on his body, made rage boil up inside me so hot and fast it took my breath away. And then something else happened. A sharp pain lanced through my chest, right in the center where my heart was. It felt like someone had reached inside me and squeezed my heart with both hands. I gasped and pressed my hand to my chest, trying to understand what was happening. The pain was intense and getting worse by the second. “That’s the mate bond,” Ivy said, and her voice was tight with fury. “Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.”

(Pregnant For The bully) first. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a steamy romance. it has sexual themes, dark themes and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again. Thanks for reading, you can all fasten your seatbelts for a rollercoaster of emotions, love, romance, family, lust and desire. Happy reading!

NIGHTINGALE ** I’m so confused right now. What my brain wants and what my body wants are totally different. My brain is screaming that I should get Hakan off me by all means even if it means I have to bite his arm off. But my body, the treacherous bitch craves his touch. No man has ever turned me on as much as he does. I might have been a virgin when I first met him, but after working on the streets for as long as I did, and in clubs, I was far from that. I have more experience now, yet, none of the men I’ve been with ever made my body so needy. Maybe it was because they were clients, they paid for my body so they’re only concerned about their pleasure and how I can satisfy them. Maybe becau

“Your ribs aren’t broken. Just bruised.” “Am I supposed to be grateful?” I sat up and massaged my throat. His fingers moved to my chin, and he gently shifted my head, getting a look at my neck. “You’ll be fine.” “I know,” I said defensively. “I never said I wouldn’t be.” Crewe just helped me but I was angry with him. I was angry that I allowed a man to be so ruthless with me to begin with. I should have fought back harder. I should have broken Dunbar’s nose the second he touched me. From my position on the ground, it was impossible.

**Disclaimer:** This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- **Chapter Six: Isolde** Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

The kind who let herself be used by the man who'd thrown her away? "Readers would hate me for this," I murmured nonsensically to the silent room. Too many romance novels as a teenager, perhaps. The heroine wasn't supposed to fall into bed with the man who'd hurt her. She was supposed to make him grovel, make him earn forgiveness. A few face slapping scenes. Not fuck him! But life wasn't a romance novel. It was messier, more complicated. The mate bond didn't care about betrayal or moral high ground. It only knew that its other half was near, that completion was possible.