Abuse Stories

Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

Seven years ago, Mafia Don Antonio Duarte's wife left their home in Italy with their baby daughter, leaving Antonio alone with his four sons. Antonio was heartbroken to lose his baby daughter and spared no expense in trying to find his ex-wife and his baby girl. Anastasia has grown up with her mother and her mother's husband, Gerald. She's been the victim of their abuse for as long as she can remember and doesn't understand why her Mommy would make her come and live with this man. But her Mommy also says that Ana's daddy doesn't love her. Because she's a girl. Because he is an evil and dangerous man. Ana hasn't spoken a word since meeting and moving in with Mommy's new husband when she was three years old. Gerald doesn't want to hear from her at all, so she doesn't speak. Anywhere. To anyone. Ana just hopes to make it through each day. When a social worker and two police officers come to collect Ana from school, she learns that both her mommy and Gerald have been killed. Across the ocean, Antonio Duarte learns of the death of his ex-wife at the hands of his associates. He learns that his baby daughter is in the care of Social Services until a more permanent solution can be found. Antonio is going to get his daughter back. However, he has no idea how broken his daughter is. His sons don't know how to treat or communicate with their baby sister when she returns home. And poor Ana doesn't know who she can trust anymore.

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

21 year old Ivy Hart has spent her whole life believing one thing: Nobody stays. Raised in foster care and passed from one temporary home to the next, she's learned to survive by trusting no one but herself. With nowhere left to go, she walks away from the only home she's ever known, carrying everything she owns in a single battered backpack. The only thing that's never let her down is music. For years, Black Static's songs have been her escape the soundtrack to lonely nights, broken hearts and the hope that somehow life might get better. She never imagined she'd meet them. She certainly never imagined they'd become her family. When a chance encounter leaves Ivy on Black Static's tour bus, she finds herself surrounded by six people who see her not as a problem to solve, but as someone worth caring about. As the walls she's spent years building slowly begin to crumble, she discovers friendship, laughter and a place where she finally feels like she belongs. And somewhere between life on the road, unforgettable concerts and late night conversations, Finn Rossi, the band's endlessly optimistic rhythm guitarist, begins to mean more to her than she ever thought possible. But healing isn't as simple as finding somewhere to belong. As Ivy's past catches up with her and old wounds threaten the future she's finally beginning to believe in, she'll have to decide whether she's brave enough to trust the people who refuse to give up on her. Heartfelt, funny and full of unforgettable characters, Ashes & Amplifiers is a story about found family, healing, first love and discovering that home isn't always a place. Sometimes... It's the people who choose to stay.

Claudia moves to Plainview, Massachusetts with her mother after her parents' painful separation. While her father starts a new life elsewhere, Claudia is left trying to rebuild her own. When her mother reconnects with the neighbouring Heffley family, Claudia is invited to dinner. There she comes face to face with Rodrick Heffley for the first time. Will this unexpected meeting make her already troubled life even more miserable... or change it forever? THIS BOOK CONTAINS: ➜ Swear words ➜ Verbal and emotional abuse ➜ Slow burn ➜ Feelings such as sadness, anger, anxiety, etc. Main Character: Claudia Wagner (same last name as her father) Mother of MC: Lauren Miller

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.

Taken from her family at the age of four, because of a deep grudge, Aria doesn't remember the place she used to call home. All she knows now, is silence and pain. All she has is her broken self, and the hope of being free one day. She's been called a curse, and she's been called worse- to the point where Aria doesn't know what is true or not. She'll never escape the hell she's in, she'll never have a home or a family, right? *Sneak peek* Aria: "Where the hell are you?!" I wake up with a jerk on the cold floor of the kitchen's store. The rope that he used to keep me there when his friends were over, bit into my skin, and was now stained with red. He had forgotten. Again. But that was a good thing, because it means I didn't get beatings last night. I tired to move, but the pain from my ankle was sending vibrations to my brain, and I winced, my back hitting the wall hard. I closed my eyes, praying he won't find me- but luck is never on my side. He opens the door, and smirks as he looks down at me. His eyes were clear, he wasn't drunk. That was bad. He made it more painful when he wasn't. He undid the rope, and dragged me by the hair, into the kitchen. "You little bitch. Growing wings now, are we?" He threw me on the floor and kicked my ribs. Pain flared through me, but I shut my eyes tight. Don't make a sound. "Make me my damn breakfast right now. And I want it prepared next time or else." I nod my head, and get to my feet. But he dragged me towards him by the neck, my back to his front. His hand went under my shirt, the threat hanging in the air, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Do you hear me?" I nod. His hand went up to my chest, and I swallowed the nausea rising up in me. "Yes who?" "Yes Daddy." I choked out. Then he pushed me towards the stove and walked out.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧.❞ 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙖 ╰┈➤ A seventeen-year-old girl who has never known what it feels like to belong. Or at least... that's what she believes. All Freya remembers is growing up alone. Adopted at six, abandoned again at eight-simply because her family got the child they truly wanted. Later, she was taken in by a wealthy household, but riches never brought warmth. She was never their daughter. Only a stranger under their roof. Bullied at school. No friends. No siblings. No love. If there was one thing Freya did have... It was secrets. Dark ones she could never speak of. Ones she wouldn't even dare to share. She thought this was all her life would ever be. Until... One phone call changed everything. 𝙑𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙚𝙫 ╰┈➤A name that screams power, wealth, obsession... and danger. One of the most feared mafia dynasties in the world. Politicians by day. Criminals by night. But behind the brutality lies something far more haunting- A family broken beyond repair. Daniel Vasilyev, married to Aurora, the love of his life, is the father of seven children. Six sons... and one daughter he cherished more than anything. But the name Vasilyev took her away. They lost their softness the moment they lost her. They thought nothing could ever bring it back. Until that call... Until the ground beneath them began to shake. This may be a lost daughter story. But it is also betrayal. Heartbreak. Trauma. Darkness. Chaos. And, of course... Drama. TW : Mentions of Abuse, SA, self harm, rape, torture, kidnapping. #1 in father-daughter #1 in lost #1 in lostdaughter #4 in mafiaprincess #10 in family #5 in siblings #25 in foundfamily #9 in brother-sister

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION How do you trust the ground when all you've known is flight? In this breathtaking debut, Leigh Ansell has created a compelling, heartbreaking, and truly engaging story about a young girl used to flying high only to be faced with living life with her two feet firmly on the ground . . . Seventeen-year-old Corey Ryder can't remember a time when she wasn't gliding through the air of Cirque Mystique's big top. As a trapeze artist in a traveling circus, Corey wakes up every day in a different place, buzzing for the moment she can suspend gravity during the night's performance. When the circus pulls into small-town Sherwood, California, everything seems normal - aside from meeting the exceptionally cute Luke Everett at a local diner. But that night, in the midst of the performance, tragedy strikes and flames overtake the tent. While Corey narrowly escapes, in the ashes of the circus pitch lies the only home she's ever known. Repeatedly thrown out of her comfort zone, Corey must learn how to push toward her future without forgetting her past, what it means to be a daughter to a mother she's never known, and how to navigate the confusing magic of first love, even as she performs the high-wire act of being true to who you really are.

*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

Reagan Ryans has a secret- her boyfriend, Alex, is abusive and no one know about it. On the outside, she has it all figured out- she's student council president with amazing friends and an even better boyfriend. But what they can't see is when things slowly start to crumble and her relationship slowly turns abusive. No one except for the handsome, brooding boy who sits behind her in her English class. This story is very new so please excuse any mistakes or lack of flow.... I hope you love it!

the title says it all Beware: abuse, mental health, suicidal thoughts, mentions of ed, etc. None of my chapters are proof read im js kinda winging it n lmk if there's sum wrong w them

Thea Mason. A broken girl with scars. Scars that have stories. When her life is flipped upside down Thea is sent to live with her father and brothers that she's never met. Now she must keep her scars hidden. But that may be harder than it seems. (Book one of the scars series)

Gracie Martínez A Girl Who's Whole Life She's Worn A Mask, Hiding Years of Pain and Abuse Behind A Smile. What Happens When Her StepFather Dies, And She Goes To Live With Her Six Older Brothers? Will They See Pain Behind Her Smile? Or Will They Turn a Blind Eye To The Cracks in Her Mask? Join Gracie And Her Brothers In This Story Of Healing

Carmyn Mizari was six when he dodged the system-walked right out of the police station. They never found him. Navigating the streets was tough, nothing he wasn't used too. Before the incident, that took his mum's life, Carmyn and his mother had spent his entire life jumping from shelters and sleeping on sidewalks. Until a nice enough guy let them stay the night. The streets were a little different without his mother. The nice guys always asked him to do weird things. He didn't know where to get the warm needles his mother always carried. Carmyn would never have survived without Creed Vitori. The heir to a long line of crime bosses. His personal gaurdian angel. "TW⚠️ drug abuse, language, S*xual Assault, mental health, su*cide⚠️)

Lowly, illegitimate, and disgraceful. Amaryllis was a child born out of debauchery. She was raised in a mafia family, steeped in indifference and blood. Yet even within that empire of power, she remained a shadow in the presence of her brothers, seen but never truly known. However her heart loved them unconditionally. But life is both fragile and cruel. When terminal illness claimed her, she carried it alone behind fragile smiles, unwilling to darken the days of those she adored. Only one wish bloomed before the end, "I hope their feelings might change, even if it's temporary." And when that time comes... Please bring flowers to my funeral. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and emotionally distressing themes, including emotional abuse, disturbing family dynamics, and morally corrupt characters. Reader discretion is advised. Note: The terminal illness described in this story is entirely fictional and included solely for storytelling purposes. © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute without permission.

After Mara's mother dies in a drunk-driving accident, Rowan Calloway learns he has a five-year-old daughter he never knew existed. Overnight, his life and his family's life changes. His siblings discover they have a young niece who was kept hidden from them, tucked away and largely forgotten. Mara grew up neglected, learning early how to stay quiet and out of the way. A previous car crash left her partially deaf and she was born blind in one eye. Her hearing was never treated and never known. By the time Rowan brings her home, Mara has already learned to navigate a world that isn't catered to her. She learns to not ask for help, and Rowan has no idea how much of the world she can't fully see or hear. As Rowan tries to step into the role of a father he never expected to be, he struggles to understand a child who doesn't react the way he thinks she should. Misunderstandings pile up, love feels clumsy, and everyone is learning in real time how to communicate, how to slow down, and how to listen better, sometimes without realizing that they don't need to just listen. They need to feel.

What would you do if you got bullied every day? What would you do if your bully hurt you verbally and physically? What would you do if your bully was Harry styles? Presley is a 17 year old student, just trying to get through high school. She has great grades and a perfect family. But when it comes to her social life, preferably at school, all hell breaks loose. She's bullied by a boy who use to be her best friend... Her boyfriend.... Harry styles... But why does he bully her now? What has she done, to deserve this all of this cruel punishment? Find out in, MY BULLY _______________________________ ~*~ Prologue ~*~ "Hi Harry!" I beamed. He was silent. You could see the anger in his eyes. It was weird. "Uh...so you wanted to see me?" I asked trying to change the fact he wasn't talking. "Harry?" I asked again, laying my hand on his shoulder, he flinched slightly at my touch. "Is something wrong?" His breathing started to get heavier. And before I knew it, Harry's fist came in brutal contact with my cheek. I started to cry immediately. "H-h-Harry?!" "Happy anniversary, bitch." He spat, almost in tears himself. He walked away. I was in shock. Harry. My Harry, just punched me. Why?! _______________________________________ (AN) Hope ya like it!