Abusive-relationship Stories

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

I was standing infront of a mirror only in my red skirt and blouse . He give me a red saree to wear it . tears flowing from my eyes like river but after making me wearing a saree . He sat me infront of mirror and started wearing me jewellery . He applied red lipstick on my lips and said seductive " you look really fuckable in red colour . I replied crying " please let me see my brother . he was very sick . let me go to the hospital for once . Hearing me he slapped really fast on my face and fist my hair tightly . he said and anger dripping from his voice " you dare to talk back . you just forget your po place infront of me . tell me who are you ? tell me whom you belong . I hissed in pain and replied " I'm your doll . I'm only belong to you ..I'm only yours . This story isn't mine and this story real author is Artemisia on novel app . Main character name is change here because I changed this story character into taekook .. top - Taehyung bottom - jungkook mafiya dark romance secret love revange mystery hate to love lots of drama and villian planing too .

A story of a innocent girl Erha, She is beautiful with her unique blue eyes. Her father married her to Rehan at the age of 21. her father is orthodox minded person. Erha is from a wealthy family her father owns the business. Rehan A man who works as a manager at Erha's father office her father chose him as his third son-in-law for his third and last born daughter. He is 28 years old. Rehan is not rich but he is handsome. When he first time see Erha he become obsessed with her. What will happen ahead, How will Erha manage her new and simple life? Can she managed the house as a married woman? Will Rehan treat her rightfully or He will destroy the innocent soul with his obsession and Doubt...? He thinks she is not loyal with him. But she is truly loyal with him. He doubt on her without any real reason. She is just innocent trying to live with him. To know their journey, read the story. What will happened ahead in Erha's life? Ishq or Junoon...

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

To the rest of Hogwarts, Liesel Ollivander is a masterclass of magical protégéism and composure. To herself, she is a girl slowly disappearing into the dark. Returning for her fifth year after the tragic death of Cedric Diggory, Liesel finds herself trapped by her own bloodline. With her parents stepping out of the shadows as loyal Death Eaters, her surname is no longer only associated with the finest wands in the Wizarding World. It is now a target. Desperate to maintain control, she builds a perfect, unfeeling exterior, aligning herself with Harry Potter and the resistance while plunging into the depths of Hogwarts to uncover a forgotten, ancient magic in her ancestry. But hiding your true self is a dangerous game. As the war breaches the castle walls, and Liesel is dragged down by the absolute collapse of her childhood best friend, Draco Malfoy. As she desperately tries to keep Draco tethered to his humanity, she pushes Harry-and her own sanity-away. Stripped of her identity, suffocating under her parents' dark legacy, and drowning in unhealed grief, Liesel is forced to cast a spell that will change the course of the war. Sometimes, the only way to survive the dark is to forget the light entirely.

She is a good friend of his old teammate and mentor. She gets invited to the start of the new season in Qatar. Not only to support her friend, but also to get away from it all. He is a protégé of the big Valentino Rossi. It's his 3rd season in MotoGP and there are high expectations. But he misses something, he needs someone he can rely on. Someone who's honest and someone who knows how it works. - A fanfic on Marco Bezzecchi, with mentioning of all of the academy boys, some girlfriends and MotoGP riders. I do not own or know any of them, I create my own characters, based on what's known and what's public. I don't want to offend anyone with this book.

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"You're a monster," New whispered, tears trembling in his wide eyes. Tay leaned in, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne suffocatingly close. "Then you should have run, Little Lamb. Because this monster just paid a high price for you." In the neon-soaked underworld of Bangkok, Tay Tawan is a name whispered with fear. He is the richest, most lethal shadow in the city-a man who controls empires with a blood-stained fist. To the public, he is a cold, calculating titan. But when the sun goes down, the mask slips. Tay drowns his demons in expensive bourbon and loses himself in the arms of dark nights, trying to forget a past that won't stop haunting him. He's powerful, he's dangerous, and he's spiraling out of control. New is a breath of fresh air in a world of smog. Adorable, polite, and possessing a heart too pure for the streets he walks on, he has spent his life protected by his own innocence. But innocence is a currency in the underworld, and New's father just spent it all. To settle a gambling debt that reaches into the millions, New is handed over like a trophy-sold to the one man who knows nothing about mercy. "I didn't buy you for your innocence, New. I bought you because your father owed me a soul... and yours was the only one worth taking."

Madilane Gonzalez, one of Kildare's two Kook princesses, is a 19-year-old girl. Sarah Cameron, her best friend, and they are, of course, Pogues to their core. Madilane is naturally pampered and an only child because her family owns one of the largest law firms on the Outer Banks. When Madilane returns from her first year of college, appearing somewhat more mature, Rafe Cameron-the one person to avoid-can't seem to get his mind off of her. Is it ever possible for love and passion to coexist peacefully? Madilane becomes a little reckless and pushes herself to the edge to see how far she can avoid Rafe Cameron. Read the book and see if they could ever truly make it work:) English is not my first language Book contains: Smut-drugs-abuse-profanity Does not follow the story line to OBX Hi guys, this is my first ever book, so please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. I will try my best to make sure there are no grammatical mistakes. Happy reading! I do not own OBX characters; I own Madilane, Isabel, and Carlos Gonzalez. Please don't copy my work, as I worked really hard on my writing! THIS IS NOT REAL - TOTAL FAN FICTION AND IS FALSE! #1 in Kooks ~ 5/18/26

If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans. Genesis Serena Hale Reeves is the picture of a perfect First Lady-beautiful, graceful, and married to one of Atlanta's most admired pastors, Omari Silas Reeves. To the congregation, their life looks blessed. But behind the church doors and Sunday smiles lives a truth no one wants to see. Genesis has spent her whole life being taught that suffering is love. Raised inside the Family of Christ, a secluded cult in Texas, she grew up watching men beat their wives in the name of God. When a federal raid tore her away from the only world she knew, she thought the worst was over. She was wrong. Years later, the boy who once protected her from being mocked as the strange "cult girl" became the man she married-the man who now controls her life with fear, scripture, and violence. Now a mother to a quiet, autistic daughter who the church whispers cruelly about, Genesis begins to question everything she was ever taught about love, faith, and obedience. But leaving the man the world calls a holy leader may cost her everything. Some nightmares refuse to let their victims go without a fight. Because the most dangerous prisons aren't built with walls. They're built with love. And Genesis is about to discover just how far she's willing to go to break free.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

In a world where your soulmate is being chosen for you.The one you will spend the rest of your life with,It is where the love of your life will look and only be with you. When you turn 18 years their initials will appear on your left wrist representing their name. One of the soulmate is possessive of the other(mostly the males).there is a rare kind of soulmate called the Darkness.it is called darkness because the male becomes extremely possessive, controlling and protective. The beginning is a bit rocky but it gets better

Ishaan Oberoi known for his brutality and cunning reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost . But when he lays eyes on Aarav something shifts within him . He's drawn to the young man's fiery spirit and captivating smile . _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Aarav a 18 year old boy from "Manipur" his petite features gives him an ethereal look as a collage student he navigates the world with a gentle soul and vulnerable heart He was living a simple life , until the day he's kidnapped by the ruthless mafia leader Ishaan. ................ It is an Indian bl based on my imagination 💜 This is my first time writing a story. It will contain :- Abuse 18+ Torture R@pe Kidnapping Forced marriage Obsession If you don't like reading this kind of story then don't read. Mature part will be marked as 🔞⚠️

"STAY AWAY... or else I will slap you so hard" she said angrily. A faint smirk appeared on his lips as he said in his cold heavy voice, "Don't worry baby... you started all this but now it will end when I want it to." He pressed his gun on her pussy as he again said, "You are going to love this Mrs. Dhriti Yashvardhan Chauhan." A loud thud echoed in the whole cabin... she SLAPPED him. . . . . . They say love is the most powerful force in the world. ​They haven't met Dhriti and Yashvardhan yet. ​ Between the sterile marble of the High Court and the shadowed boardrooms of Delhi, a bitter war of attrition begins. This is not a story of healing or "happily ever after." This is a calculated descent into disgust, a masterclass in revenge, and the chilling realization that the only thing more consuming than a great passion is a great, bone-deep hate. ~♡~ Triggered Warning ⚠️ - This book contains mature content (18+), sexual assault, abusive language and violence.

"Laila you're messing with the wrong person, I'll get what I want by hook or my crook" said Parth "Try all you want but I'm not your puppet anymore, remember I'm not even linked to you anymore" said Laila confidently "Let's see about that" said Parth with a smirk "I'll have you, what ever it takes I'll do that but you're mine" he said with a smirk "Not in this life, not in your next life, never" she said without backing out "I can get anyone I want but it's you I want and I'll get what i want" he said confident "Let's see you losing bad" said her with confidence "Why did you do this" she asked with quivering lips "Revenge, The same feeling I felt that day should be reciprocated" he said coldly "At what cost, ruining me to ashes when i did nothing to you" she asked with tears streaming down her face "I don't care about you" he said coldly and she started at him numb "So you're abandoning me at this point, after so much" she asked with vulnerability and he smirked, "yes". This night was going to be the worst night of her whole life and he'll make sure that she regrets every action she ever took, she felt helpless against him. "Your nose looked cute, being all red from crying" her said and touched her nose. "You came out the room hysterically crying and sat in the bench, your lips were quivering and I wanted to capture them so badly but I didn't" he said and paused. "But now I can" her said and captured her now quivering lips. "Tastes like what's mine" said him and caressed her now bleeding lips. When some promises engulfs your life venomously

Yanna is 23 and is a ceo she hates kai with a passion Kai is a mafia boss who also hates Yanna he's 24 they have hated each other since they were kids they have known each other since they were children because there parents are best friends Margo is his mom mark is his dad Bell is Yanna mom and Noah is her dad her parents are 50 Kai's parents are 60 anyway Kai and Yanna haven't seen each other in a year as they Kai's parents go to Yanna's parents at Xmas and new year so it's now 2 weeks before Xmas so it's just gonna be Yanna working and she has a bf who she will bring to Xmas ( they live in the Philippines in Manila) Yanna also has a very secret mafia that nobody knows about 🤫🤫 They hate each other because he broke her Barbie and she broke his car and yannas parents like him more then Kai's parents like Yanna more Also Hiro is an abuser and she will do something in 21/22 to him ALSO THERES GOING TO BE ONE BOOK NO MORE!!

Dear Diary, I never got to write one when I was a child I was to caught up in surviving and running from my bad memories to live in the good ones but I'm 18 now and my nightmares have finally caught up I have no one to tell no one who will understand who won't judge me for my sins so I've decided to write it down in hopes that you will understand or find comfort in what I've had run from. Just a quick ⚠️warning⚠️ this is my life, and the book will cover: sexual interactions, sexaul assault, depression, anxiety, substance abuse, emotional abuse, religious aspects and much more if your sensitive please skip.

She thought every marriage ended in pain. After losing her parents and surviving an abusive marriage, Vedika had stopped believing in love, family, and happiness. Broken by her past and haunted by scars no one could see, she enters another marriage only because fate leaves her no choice. Ishaan Raichand is cold, possessive, and dangerously protective - a man who has already been betrayed once. A single father to a little girl named Advika, he has no interest in love anymore. But everything changes the day his daughter innocently asks Vedika- "Aap... mumma ho na?" ("You are my mumma right?") What begins as a forced relationship slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Late-night comfort. Jealous glances. Stolen kisses. Healing wounds. Family chaos. And a love so deep it feels like home. But can a woman terrified of love truly trust again? And can a man who buried his heart learn to love without fear? A heartbreaking yet heartwarming story about healing, family, motherhood, jealousy, and finding love after surviving pain. ✨ Tropes: • Arranged Marriage • Single Dad Romance • Broken Heroine • Possessive Husband • Healing Love • Slow Burn • Family Drama • Cute Kids • Emotional Romance • Second Chance at Life

"Mommy, your tits are fucking perfect. I could suck on them for hours. The way they fit in my hands... fuck, I want to watch you feed our baby someday. Want to see these beautiful breasts full of milk. But right now? Right now they're mine. Only mine. Let me worship them, Mommy. Please." I'm 33 years old, and I just had my first orgasm. Not by myself-I'd figured that part out years ago, in the dark, while my husband snored beside me. No, this was different. This was given to me. I'm not supposed to be here-naked in a stranger's bed, covered in marks I'll have to hide, still trembling from watching a 22-year-old lose himself in my breasts like they're his salvation. I'm supposed to be home. Making dinner. Being the dutiful wife to Vikram, who hasn't really looked at me in a decade. Being the ignored mother to my fifteen-year-old twins, who see me as the woman who cooks and cleans, nothing more. Aarav Kapoor. 22 years old. Domestic cricket player training for nationals. All lean muscle and easy smiles and eyes that actually SAW me when he looked my way. He took me to bed-not his bed, but mine. The bed I share with my husband. Today, he touched me like I mattered. Kissed me like he meant it. Put his mouth on me in ways my husband called "degrading." Made me come so many times I lost count. He called me his. Called me Mommy while he begged to fill me. Told me he'd make me leave my husband, that we'd build a life together, that he'd make the national team and give me everything I deserved. And god help me, I believed him. Cheater. Homewrecker. Cradle robber. But I'm also a woman who spent sixteen years being treated like furniture. Who endured a husband's affairs in silence. Who raised children alone while married. Who forgot what it felt like to be touched with desire instead of duty. So yes, I'm having an affair. Yes, this is wrong by every conventional standard. But it's the first thing that's felt right in over a decade. Let's begin.