Bullied Novels & Stories

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

She had walked right up to the bullies, her determined expression unwavering, and calmly asked them to leave Max alone. The bullies had initially laughed at her, mocking her for her audacity. But Hannah didn't back down. She used her words like a shield, standing her ground as she questioned their actions, highlighting how unfair and cowardly it was to pick on someone smaller and weaker. Her eloquence surprised everyone, including Lucas.

He raised his head and looked as if he was not afraid of anything. However, his words betrayed his emotions and he said incoherently, "Don't, don't, don't think that I'll be afraid of you!" Ovan raised his eyelids and stared at him. “Boy, your mommy has been bullied. Do you want revenge?" Aiden blinked his eyes. Someone bullied his mommy? Who else would bully his mommy except him? “Don't think that I'm a three-year-old child. You can't fool me." Aiden was still arrogant with his head up.

Throughout my time there, crying was frowned upon; it was seen as a sign of weakness, and the punishments were severe. During my first year, I endured constant bullying from other students due to my small frame and unique silver hair, making me an easy target. Eventually, the bullying became unbearable, prompting me to seek refuge in the principal’s office. However, instead of help, I was met with condemnation, as she screamed at me, deeming crying a waste of time and an insult to the institution. I was deprived of food and water for a week as punishment for being weak.

Nate aks her and she sigh deeply. “You don't. That is just how a few men are. They hurt things just because they can. If they are bigger and stronger than another living thing, they use that advabtage to establish dominance, even when there is no need to. It is just how they are. They are bullies. Do you know what a bully is?” “Someone who is mean to others and hurt them.” Nate recites.

Just like every other person in Canada, I believed it was the best school. But I soon learnt the truth— it was the playground for wealthy and spoiled snubs. And from day one, I was doomed when Nate bumped into me, making my coffee splash all over his designer outfit. No matter how much I tried to apologize to him, Nate just couldn't forgive the embarrassment. From that day on, he made sure my life was a living hell with his endless bullying. And now here I was, suspecting my own boyfriend at 10pm in the night because of the stupid-ass text Nate sent.

"Don't bully me." Sharp teeth pinch my skin, not piercing enough to hurt me, but they connect with a nerve that resonates through me. My knees weaken, and I might have started leaking through my panties, which would be embarrassing as fuck. I hold his arm for balance. It's becoming hard to stop my body from squirming, baiting the hardness in his pants that's prodding my back. My breath might be the loudest sound in the room, but my heart is the loudest in my ears. "Caleb suggested," I squeak through my dry throat when I explain.

I opened my mouth to respond, but he turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving me standing there, feeling even more hurt and bewildered. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I hurriedly blinked them away, not wanting to let anyone see how much his words affected me. Not even the non-stop bullying from Alex and Sandro made me feel less of myself the way I did that day. They were relentless, mocking me at any opportunity they could find, calling me “lonely wolf” and “the outcast of the pack.” I knew they thrived on my misery, but Mark’s words cut deeper because they were layered with truth—truth that I wished wasn’t there.

uvh younger, I was always bullied by my friends, we had to pack out from the neigh bourhood Because I couldn't fight for myself. I always got bitten up and everything, I even had a little scare behind my head. "Uhhh, ma. I'm also his real friend." "Are you?"

I'll make sure she won't end up like me. That was the reason why I was kicked out of my last school to enter the mortal world. I used to be bullied not only obviously and I also don't want anyone to know. I don’t want others to pity me. Honestly, it's not just bully anymore it's already harassment. It was only at that school that I endured and extended my patience because that was the last school I could attend. In my old school days, I was always involved in trouble. Sometimes I'm the one who initiates the trouble, sometimes I'm not. But even if I say no, no one will believe me, that's why what I did is I'll fight back. Because I will just be expelled from sc