Rapesurvivor truyện

I was raped. I am trying to heal from this horrible experience and hopefully one day move on.

ALERT!!!!!!! THIS BOOK IS BEING REWRITTEN AND PUBLISHED UNDER A BOOK CALLED FATED LOVE AND WAR!! As I post the new chapters there I'll be deleting the chapters here! So to see the missing chapters go to FATED LOVE AND WAR!! Melody Chase, a young ,17 year-old, beautiful werewolf filled with self hatred and no trust for anyone. Since she was 5 years old she had been sold off into the wolf slave ring. Shipped from pack to pack every couple weeks, taken advantage of, beaten, and used like a puppet in every pack... But that all changed when Melody came to Crimson Pack, the most feared and brutal pack of all. It only took long enough to meet the alpha to have her inner wolf screaming mate and her inner girl screaming run. Will Melody run and escape her destiny or will she accept her fate? Based off of His abused mate by @demonsinwonderland. Who is a wonderful writer that you should go follow!

Can depression end a life? Can love give a second chance to love? Can a doctor fall for his patient? Let's join the journey of a raped girl . Can she ever see her life in a new light. This is my first story. So please stay tuned 😀☺😊

So my life is literally falling apart right now so I thought I'd document it for shits and giggles.

Poetry of a post traumatic tragedy. Tw: rape, violence, sexual description

"She tried to crawl towards me, reaching out with a trembling hand, begging me to save her." ✷‿✷ ✷‿ Some memories stay with you. Regrets stay with you. And I have to live with this one forever. Because I deserve it.

Jamar Miller took his life not expecting to be missed. Little did he know how loved he was and how the lives of his loved ones would unfold. Explore the lives and experience the decisions of people like his mother, ex girlfriend, and best friend, as they grieve the loss of their beloved son, partner, and friend.

Call me whatever, but it's not my fault Tell whoever , but I wanna die. Show me forever, because I wanna forget it all.

This is my attempt to stand in support of the girls who are awaiting for the justice to be served..

Ari was a young little girl, barely age 3, when she went through absolute Hell. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of abuse, depression, panic, anxiety, and PTSD attacks, self-harm, and suicide attempts.

Romans gone, Patton's lost, Virgils broken, Logan's confused. "Øñę rät døŵń tŵö tō gö"

Poetry, things that I find humorous and quirky, post-therapy emotions, and late night thoughts. In progress. All Rights Reserved.

In the Dlamini family, silence has always been safer than the truth. Sibusiso Dlamini has built his life around control - loyal to his family, steady in his career, and determined to keep the past buried. But when his grandfather dies in a mysterious fire, and tensions ignite within the household, the cracks in their perfect image become impossible to ignore. His partner, Lufuno, is unraveling beneath the weight of secrets she's never spoken. Her daughter, Tania, is caught between rage and silence, hiding trauma even she can't name. And then there's Luthando - the rebellious aunt, the black sheep, the one who dared to burn what the family worshipped. As emotional wounds resurface and long-guarded truths come to light, the Dlaminis are forced to confront the cost of generational shame, abuse, and silence. Fractured Bloodlines is a haunting, multi-layered South African family drama exploring themes of mental illness, rape, identity, intergenerational trauma, emotional neglect, queer repression, and the devastating legacy of silence. From the ancestral villages of Mpumalanga to the buzzing corridors of Pretoria, this story is not just about family - it's about survival.

"His heart was as soft as a marshmallow... but for her, he could burn the world to ashes - even if it meant destroying himself along the way."

"i'm irresistible, and you can't deny that, gisella." a cocky smirk tugged at his lips, stretching across a face that was both infuriatingly arrogant and undeniably beautiful. i stood there, arms crossed, eyes laced with pure disgust. because, unfortunately, he wasn't wrong. eros di menna was the definition of temptation wrapped in trouble-his sharp jawline, effortless smirk, and a body sculpted like he'd been hand-carved by the gods themselves. but who was i to stroke a man's already oversized ego? if there was one universal truth, it was that men were insufferable, and those named storm or eros were a thousand times worse. "you're annoying. go away," i said flatly, throwing a sharp glare in his direction. he leaned in slightly, his presence thick with amusement. "and why would i do that love?" his voice was smooth, laced with mischief. "do you really want me to leave? we both know you don't." that nickname. that stupid nickname. "love." the way it rolled off his tongue sent a swarm of unwanted butterflies straight to my stomach. i hated it. hated the way my body betrayed me, how my pulse stuttered just the slightest bit. but there was no way in hell i was letting him know that-no way i was giving him the satisfaction. i was in my healing era. i had spent too long piecing myself back together to let some relentless, smooth-talking menace like eros di menna worm his way into my life. especially when he was the type who never took no for an answer. so, i forced my expression into stone, ignoring the way my heart threatened to misbehave. because if eros thought for a second he had any kind of effect on me-he was dead wrong. ⌠ ⌡ 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆