Aftermath Bully Novels & Stories

Smack! “This third slap, my darling, is to bring your ass back to reality because if you believe you can keep victimising her or bullying her as you did before, you are terribly mistaken. She is no longer alone because she has me, she has Caroline, she has Neralda now. She is no longer a victim whose story you get to rewrite the way you want anymore.”

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

I stared at her, bewildered, watching the door close. Standing alone in the basement hall, I sucked in a shaky breath, still unable to comprehend my situation… and then it hit me—Killian. If the bully from my high school and our CEO were the same person, there was no way in hell I would convince him to do anything for us. Hell, my stomach churned at the mere thought I might see him again.

"Are you serious? Wait, you are serious. You mean you didn't know?" "Know what?" "Everything she said is true. I'm still reeling from how brave she is to have done that. Thankfully it was a big hit, but it could've gone sideways for her." "I do not understand a word you're saying, mom. Tell me about the bullying and the social media bullshit." "Who else? Your wife and those friends of hers were behind it. You too, so I don't know why you're pretending here now." "Me too what?"

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 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.

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.