Bullied Novels & Stories

I replied, “Thank you for the opportunity Benita, and I am used to bad luck.” “Oh! You are leaving this place so now you have the gut? But let me tell you fatty, you are just weak, Wolf less, so you will be killed in one week!” Benita's lips curled in disdain after she finished talking, making me cringe. “Thank you for the reminder, I will stay out of the war so I won't be mistakenly killed by wolves. So bye, I am ready to go.” I felt so happy as I raised my head high up, and walked past her. This was the first time I won against my bullies, and it's made me so proud.

Titan hated being fat. No matter how hard he tried, his bones were simply bigger than the rest of the population's. Sure I eat a lot and sleep a lot, definitely not enough reason to be fat! Who is he kidding? That's the reason why he'd been bullied most of his life. And the reason why he had ended up with his ability to take and bestow pain-- taking pain for he had experienced quite a lot of them himself and bestowing them simply for vengeance purposes. Revenge of the bullied. The Endless Cycle of Bullying.

I stopped twitching. So I started looking for Herold. I went to his room every week. I made him fight me. I made him hurt me. Herold took control. We crossed many lines. He broke my bones,c left scars and burned me with cigarettes. I became stronger and felt less and less. And Herold? He cried like a baby when he hurt me. But in my case, being bullied, getting burned, waterboarded, slapped when I stuttered or hit myself, or when I twitched actually helped me.

I explained, sniffed, then shivered. “How much did it change?” “Like, I've always been bullied. That's a fact. The thing is, it's never been as much as this. It's always been people whispering behind my back, calling me names, being unfair, posting stuff about me, avoiding me, and always making me the center of ridicule. But they got so much physical ever since I was discovered to be a slave to you guys. “Today, I was pushed into a pool, and while I drowned, no one bothered to help me. They were all laughing, taking videos, mocking me, and acting like it was some funny movie. Before that, I had been engaged in a hair fight with somebody…”

Fists, hurling on his face and kicks running all over his body. He was obtaining some ferocious beatings from some other four guys. I could see the blood from his mouth as they smacked him to the ground. The incontrollable part of me got out. I stood beside that wall roaring very hard and with my red gaze seeing that inescapable blood. The helpless guy couldn't get off the floor as they hurled their feet at him to enmesh him continuously. The sort of fight that I used to have with my other side was the most fearful of all battles. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone, but...blood was what I could never resist as it entices me. I knew it would win me over as it had always but I still try like I use

Mom held my hands and rubbed them softly "They bully me all the time dad but I'm used to it. I'm used to their harsh words and attitude toward me. They bully me because I don't have a mate. They bully me because they think I am not able to shift and think I don't have my wolf yet." I paused and let tears roll down my eyes.

But instead, Jamie flashed him that horrible, condescending look. “The less you know, the better,” Jamie told him. ### After wiping Alice’s message from Adam’s phone, Jamie turned the ringer back up to full and slipped it into Adam’s backpack. Adam turned in his seat, almost catching Jamie in the act. ‘That was a close one,’ Jamie breathed. As much as he wanted to believe he no longer feared Adam, part of him realised he always would. The very sight of Adam set his hairs on end and his heart beating a little faster. Jamie hated it. That feeling of fear was the worst thing about being bullied. He’d talked to other victims of bullying online at length, and they

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.

I didn’t have one myself, and she had told me about her sister who bullied her and a friend who acted like a sister but was now unreachable because she wasn’t answering her calls. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t. If I did, I would also end up on the girls' blacklist. I had enough trouble in school; I didn’t want it here. Yes, coward was the name I had been given, and I was still wearing it. I trembled as Billie stood up. She wiped the blood from her lips and looked down at the girl, who wore a curious yet angry expression. “I’m not scared of you lot,” Billie said. “For the past seventeen years of my life, I’ve been pushed around,

Baby Robbie decided to retaliate for Jenson. As the female teacher secretly found respite behind the knowledge that Jenson was an autistic child who would not tell his dad what happened, Baby Robbie’s attitude flipped suddenly and he piped up, “Daddy, they’re the ones bullying me. They called me a tattletale and wanted me to crawl between that fatty’s legs. If I didn’t crawl, they would’ve beaten me—” The female teacher hastily interrupted “Jenson”. “Jenson, you can’t tell lies. You aren’t hurt. They’re the ones who are injured.”