Ant Bully Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Don’t call me a drama queen; growing up with a bully would change anyone. “No, hell no. What?” He seems terrified and off guard, stumbling over his words. “Kayla says you left it with her.” My face scrunches up, and I hold out my palm. “Can I have my property back?” “If only you’ll hear me out,” he refuses, shoving the phone back into his jacket. Seriously? Is he crazy? Or maybe he doesn’t understand words anymore? I wouldn’t blame him, given that he’s now with a brainless bitch.

She didn't want to talk to him for fear of what her heart might do. Ian was the only boy in the whole school that Amanda seemed to have the slightest affection for and that was before Parker came along but not anymore because he had bullied her to no end. He was funny, down to eart but was as spoilt as anything. Even though their school could only be attended by the rich, Ian seemed to have this proudness within him that she hadn't seen in no one else.

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything.

I grinned at my boys, who were all looking nervous except for Mancini. I'd warned, I warned them all that my kid was a whole other breed of fucked up, but they all, to a man, claimed she was just a baby. My phone rang on my hip with the first strains of The Dark Army by Rok Nardin. Mengele's demented ass was calling. "It's in the bunny." I snapped my fingers at the boys to get their attention. "How do you know?" "I know." "Ryder, does your ex have a bunny?"

When I pull away, I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, “The next five days are going to be worse on me than they will for you. Remember that Ella. I have to become the bully once more, the bully that I fought to get past. Your bully’s love for you is why this is needing to be done, so you learn that your safety is his number one mission. Whether or not it matters to you, just know, it matters to him.” Tears glisten in her eyes as she takes in every word that comes out of my mouth. I wish it was enough, though. With a heavy sigh, I shove her to her knees, and then walk over to my collection of gags. I grab the one that I want and go back to my naughty little sub and strap it on around her he

There was something about her that made him want to continue to anger her, if only to see the light in her eyes so bright. “I’ll apologise to you when hell freezes over.” To her surprise, a soft smile spread over his lips, making that dimple appear once more. “I’ll see you around then. Freak.” Throughout her next two classes, Mia struggled not to think about what had happened with Ryan. She had been bullied before, and had been able to ignore it every single time. But there was something about him. Something that got underneath her skin and refused to leave. She told herself over and over again to stop dwelling it, to concentrate on what the teacher was saying about calculus. But every time

She asked in her usual sassy way. *No reply* "I hope I'm not talking to Bunch of dittos?." she yelled *No reply* Before I could process what's going on, i felt a sting on my cheek. Heck, she slapped me. I don't care if she's Luna or not, she's absolutely done for. My wolf readied herself, because I'll shift at any moment. Heedah was another kind of craz,y who doesn't tolerate bully of any sort. {Is bullying the right word? Don't care though, all I care of is killing the Luna}

He focused on me and then—his lips curved into a smile. The deafening laughter grew louder in my ears. An overwhelming wave of nausea hit me, and I fled out of the room. I didn't stop until I was in the bathroom with the door locked behind me. I hugged myself and squeezed my eyes tight to stop the tears. It didn't matter how many times I got bullied or humiliated—I never got used to it. Especially when it was Slade Horton. Despite being the most popular and the most feared kid, he hardly ever reacted to things around him. He moved like a piece of dark marble—expensive, flawless, and completely cold to the touch.

With three days to go before his engagement party, thinking about it, Kaytly Blanche felt a pang of pain. She didn't think that she was so resilient, so calm. She was very jealous of the woman who could stand up and stand beside him. Just thinking about it in the future, the position next to him is not hers, and her heart will also suffer abnormally, so she chooses to run away weakly. She thinks that the mind probably won't be in such pain if the eyes can't see. But don't think that even if you don't see or hear, your heart will still be the same, will remember, remember not eating well, think about the pain in your heart. It turned out he had penetrated her bones, not always here, like a pi

“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.