Toxic Parents Novels & Stories

We have spent years forging a special friendship that we both very much cherish. That’s why I trust Rafe to help me up with my special camping trip I’m planning for Ana and I. I actually love hiking and camping out in nature. Our dad used to take us. However, he always had guards and servants with us. He could never hack it without his amenities. Dad even had a servant wipe his own ass, which is taking it too far. Dillion and I hated how materialistic our parents were. They tended to be greedy. Dillion undid a lot of our father’s toxic laws especially the ones with taxes. Our father was becoming a toxic problem we saw to the end of. A confession neither of us will dare speak out loud. We did

Amanda asked. Mr Finn sat upright, his lips puckered as he tried to recall. Amanda's brows creased, her eyes flashing with curiosity. “Well, my parents are late and I don't have many relatives. My mom died from a toxic marriage with my father. I tried to protect her but I couldn't. My dad was arrested and he died in prison.” Mr Finn revealed his words like a punch to Amanda's gut. She swallowed the hard lump that formed in her throat. Wow. Toxic! She thought.

“You have a point, my grandson. Just take care. I don’t want my grandchild to get hurt if Diana miscarries a baby.” Now he realized that his child might grow up just like him, with separated parents. And if he were to be asked, there was nothing wrong with having a broken family, especially if the parents were no longer connected to each other. If all the children would see is toxicity as they grow up, what’s the point of having a complete family? And perhaps the reason he hadn’t become a father yet was because God wanted him to understand that being a parent wasn’t just about providing financial support or shaping a child’s character. It was their obligation to give the child a healthy fami

The anger I’d been harboring towards my parents was at a tipping point. They had decided who I was going to be long before I was born. Their obsessively controlling behavior was rooted in childhood trauma. They grew up in the same neighborhood, one full of crime and poverty but devoid of hope and opportunity.

“She's always been like this. Jealous of everything I had, even when we were young. Look at her plus-sized, and too big to fit in anywhere. Isn't it natural that people warmed up to me who's slim, elegant and beautifully sexy instead?” The elders exchanged a knowing look among themselves. Her voice cracked on cue as she continued, “Yes, her father married my mother, and that led to the death of hers. But I was only a child. I knew nothing about it. And yet she has spent years punishing me for something I never did. Perhaps she should stop worshipping the memory of her mother and accept that the dead cannot be brought back by hatred” Something inside me snapped. My nails dug into my palms and

He knew I was right, if the media or his rivals ever got wind that he had neglected his first born son, they would use that against him, nothing a little damage control cannot fix but that would paint a bad picture for him and his business. “Besides, if you didn’t want kids acting like morons, you should have learnt the use of a condom.” I shrugged getting up and taking my plate with me. Like the quarrelling between my parents every time they were under one, this was another toxic cycle my family had embraced, everything and everyone had just become so damn predictable, they did the same things over and over again, they enjoyed it, they lived for this but I, I was slowly getting tired of thi

“You finally got a new number! Good for you! I was so sick of calling you home like we were in a bad 90’s movie. So, tell me what’s new.” I proceed to narrate the awkward dinner I had last night. “I can’t believe your parents fought in front of a guest. They are out of control! Seriously, Oli, what else do you need to realize your parents are toxic? You will never have a normal life as long as you stay near them,” she whines in solidarity. I keep quiet. I know her heart is in the right place and my parents are difficult people, but it’s not easy to hear someone call them toxic.

"Finn, I hate my parents, but after seeing my mother that way because of him, I hated my father the most. I resented him and all I felt for my mother was pity. She had damaged her body for a man who still went ahead to cheat on her with someone else!" "He's a terrible man. I hate him. He wants me to get married to someone who- who-" she broke down into tears. "Fuck!" I sat up and pulled her into my lap, cradling her in my arms as she cried. She sobbed uncontrollably. "I never had that love some parents have for their children. I grew under a toxic roof with the glitter and the gold that covered the mess we were in. I don't know if I did not turn out to be like any of them. And I am very glad

He didn't look on the cusp of death and color had risen back up in his cheeks. "What happened, Harper? How did the truce meeting go?" My mother's voice rang in the room. My father looked up from his daughter and settled his onto me and then on his mate. He smiled at her and she gave him a glass of water. I knew how my parent had treated each other before I had been born. They didn't tell me that obviously but I heard rumors amongst the pack members and the older children had liked to taunt me about it. One day, I had blatantly asked my grandparents and they had made me sit and explain everything, how hard it was for a white alpha to produce heirs with his mate, and how the relationship betwe

“This isn’t about Axle or Emma. This is about you, Reigna. You’ve always been ungrateful, always putting yourself above this family.” “Ungrateful?” I repeated, my voice shaking with rage. “I gave everything I had for this family, and all you did was tear me down. You don’t get to call me ungrateful.” The room descended into chaos, voices overlapping as accusations flew. My father’s cold remarks, my mother’s shrill insults, Emma’s feigned victimhood—it was a symphony of toxicity that threatened to drown me. “I think we’re done here,” I said finally, my voice firm. “You’ve made it clear where you stand, and I have nothing left to say.”