Aftermath Bully Novels & Stories

I knew that I would've done anything in my limited power to hold onto her and what we had because it was my life; she was my life. Once I realized that she'd used my name to bully Elena online, whatever pity I felt for her over the fact that she'd been used by her dad and Mary, along with the church, pretty much disappeared. I didn't want to think it of her, maybe because she'd shown me a different face, but I'm convinced that she was as much to blame as they were.

I puffed, pouring myself another glass. “What was I expected to do, hit her? I thought about that believe me.” Theodore looked at me and waved his head in pity. “Somehow I feel Taylor is your retribution. WheN I was warning you about that bullying, you were playing block head.” “You know what, shut up Theodore.” My tone was final. I rose from the couch and took myself to the sliding glass door overlooking the guards. I swirled my wine, relishing the burning sensation coursing through my throat at each sip. The flowers provided the perfect view. The perfect distraction from everything.

I looked up to see the Bella girl, holding her hand. “You wouldn’t dare,” she growled as she twisted the girl’s hand. “I’ll break your bones. Now apologize.” The bully gritted her teeth in pain as she glared at me. Bella twisted her hand even more. “I said, apologize!” She snarled at the bully. The bully winced an apology. “Ah. I’m– I’m sorry.” Bella pushed her off, she hit the desk behind her. “You better watch yourself.” “Are you okay?” Bella asked as she came up to me. I nodded and sat down, a bit shaken by what just happened. It was so fast.

I hope he also told them he has been having sex with me to. I didn't wait for a response from her, I hurriedly left as fast as possible before I make a mess of myself. People wouldn't even understand that the bully has changed, they will keep making a big deal out of it like I ruined him completely. How I wish I could turn back the hand of time. ****

she typed and pressed send instantly. Austin was still on the chair. He knew trying to get it back from Cassidy was inevitable. He had accepted his defeat. Just then, the bully replied. "Who is this?" The message popped up and Caddy immediately took a screenshot. Looks like his parents are now chatting; before the messages could actually get deleted she needed proof, and just as she expected the bully previous message got deleted, that instance. Cassidy laughed and replied, "He's bullying someone, yet all you typed is who is this?" she typed back clearly annoyed.

It was no surprise that I became a target for bullies. Once, when I was thirteen, three girls bullied me and cut my notebook. Tate saw them and said in a calm, firm voice, “Give it back to her.” They handed it over right away. He never knew my name and walked away before I could even thank him. I stood there holding the notebook to my chest, my heart beating too fast, thinking he didn't have to do that.

Mark is free to move on with his life, and he can't thank Samantha and Andrew enough. A few months later, Samantha and Andrew get a call from Mark. He's asking for their help again, but this time it's personal. He's found out that his teenage daughter is being bullied at school. The bullies have been threatening her and spreading rumors about her online. Samantha and Andrew agree to help, and they reach out to the school to try to put a stop to the bullying. But things only get worse, and the bullies turn their attention to Samantha and Andrew.

The online video has been updated again! Even though it was blurred out, it still exposed the bully's identity! And it marked its identity like this!

Bang! A powerful force erupted. The bullies felt their blood surge backwards in their veins, and a sweet, metallic taste filled their throats. Caught off guard, they were immediately sent flying, crashing to the ground. They didn’t even get a chance to face Adrian before being effortlessly defeated. His strength was truly formidable. "You..." Even lying on the ground, the bullies struggled to get up. But Adrian, like a specter, suddenly appeared before them, standing with his hands behind his back. His gaze, sharp as a knife, fixed on them.