Abusive Stories

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. "A-A-Ahhh! N-n-no! P-p-please s-st-stop!" I sobbed, hyperventilating as hot blood drenched my back. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

When he looks in his eyes, He don't know he is safe from he says He tells him "Oh, love No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love. Nobody matter like you."

Maybe people come into our lives for a reason. Maybe every meeting, every goodbye, every heartbreak is written long before we understand it. And maybe some threads are never meant to break. No matter how tangled they become. "And what Allah has written for you will find you." Through distance. Through loss. Through years of silence. Through roads you never planned to walk. A Thread of You is a story about the people Allah places in our lives, the lessons hidden in our pain, and the threads of destiny that quietly lead us home.

Nicki Vance is one of the most famous girls ever. she's played in movies,tv shows and writes music and she's only 15. but she had to leave Texas and move to California because her father wanted to do stuff with the Jackson's. she just happens to be Michael Jackson neighbor

❝𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙄 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.❞― 𝑻𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒄 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 Started 1/2/24

"I'm sorry, Zo. Please forgive me, baby." He nearly begged, bending down to sit up on his knees, hands holding her legs. Zoë sighed, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked down at her boyfriend. And just like every other time...she forgave him. All rights reserved. 2016 @Teaisfortimi

Arnav is a 9 year old kid who lives with his brother Aryan who hates him for God knows what reason. Aryan has made himself very clear that Arnav is nothing more than a Burden to him . he Shows his hate towards his brother through Violence and harsh words . Aryan Raizada-24, ruthless, hollow-eyed-stands in the driveway, his white shirt now translucent from the rain, clinging to the brutal lines of his body. His jaw is set, his expression unreadable. In his hand, a heavy iron chain, its links cold and unyielding. At his feet, Arnav (9)-small, trembling, his school uniform soaked through-stares up at him with wide, terrified eyes. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, his lips already turning blue. Arnav:"Bhaiya, please... I won't do it again! I promise!"* His voice is high, desperate, cracking under the weight of his fear. *"It hurts! The rain-it's too cold!"* Aryan doesn't flinch. He doesn't *care*. Aryan:"You think your promises mean anything to me?"* His voice is a blade-sharp Arnav chokes out a sob. *"I'm not! I didn't mean to-"* Aryan:You *dared* to use the Raizada name at school."* His grip tightens, lifting Arnav off his feet. *"You have *no* right to that name. You're nothing. A mistake. A stain on this family's legacy." **Arnav:** *"But-but I *am* a Raizada! Our parents and they were bullying and beating me-"* Aryan's hand flies out, **slapping him hard across the face**. The crack of skin against skin is lost in the thunder, but Arnav's whimper isn't. Aryan:"Our parents are *dead* because of you." His voice is a growl, low and venomous. "If you had never been born, they'd still be alive. This family wouldn't be a joke." Arnav's breath hitches, tears mixing with the rain. "That's not true..." The chain rattles as Aryan wraps it around Arnav's waist, the cold metal pressing into his skin. The padlock clicks shut. Final. Arnav yanks at the chains, panic setting in. *"Bhaiya, no! Please! I'll do anything! I'll leave! Just don't-"* *

she is new at school, everything is new. her home, life and school. she felt watched, judged. he finally made her feel seen but it was all just a bet between his friends. it didnt go like as he planned.

This is a story about you and Tom Holland and your relationship. This story is in order, by chapter.

Hey guys, this was a one shot I wrote for a friend a few years back and I decided to post it. I think it deserves to be read. Now keep in mind, it was specifically tailored for a friend of mine so there might be a couple of frivolous insiders. I implore you to ignore them. Enjoy this one shot. ;)

Santiago and his Wife hire a surrogate. The arrangement is meant to be professional. But as Jade's pregnancy progresses, Santiago becomes increasingly involved. At first, it feels like care.

just me writing down gay things that i think of. i wish some of these would happen to me. i apologise in advance

Collins Tate Harrison. What's a more boyish name for a girl than that? And what's a more depressing life than striving every day for a shit hole of your mom's boyfriend and an overdosed mother? Along with that you're fifteen and working at a hand-me-down gas station if there ever was one. You see new faces all the time, why the hell would you care? Except when a certain face, faces you from certain death and just happens to save you. Damnit.

Hatia's life sucks. Her parents are death eaters. She's always wanted to escape. Then, the letter came. Hogwarts had finally accepted her, but her father has other plans. Hatia will get to Hogwarts though. Human, or not.

((Warning!: This story contains abusive, bloody, depress, language and drugs. If you can not handle any of these then do not read this!! But if you want to or your just ignoring me... Be my guest~))

"The plan isn't working" "Its on fire...it's on fucking fire!" "Fuck it let's just blow it up and call it a day yeah?" "Fine" "Can we get ice-cream after this?"

What if Izuku followed Bakugo's advice... after his mother dies young, his father becomes an abuser, and his "Childhood best friend" gives him some 'heart warming' advice, and All might...His idol, telling him to give up. So he does. slowly he finds that true friends dont care about your quirk, even if you dont have one. And that his whole "Cinnamon roll" act was full of bullshit. Follow him through the path of finding himself and his quirk. well he also goes down the boiling path of being a vigilante.

Feelings, are one of the many things Andromida suppresses. Whats the point of showing something, when you know nobody else would give a shit? You see, there is none. No point what so ever. When you suffer from schizophrenia nothing good ever comes your way. Ever.   All Rights Reserved. This book was all my thoughts and ideas. So please don't steal them......

My name's Malaysia but everyone calls me Aysia. I'm 24 years old. I have short, dark brown hair, big brown eyes and I have the average body. I'm in a relationship with the love of my life Daniel. If you want to know what Daniel looks like, well he resembles Quincy Brown. But, anyways me and Danny have problems, he abuses me. But I CAN'T leave. This story is told in the point of view of Aysia. It will be clear when the point of view is changed. But the story will mainly be in Aysia's point of view.