Bullied Novels & Stories

His eyes lock onto mine, a silent warning that chills me to the bone. My nails dig into the palms of my clenched fists. Even when I try to contribute, he bullies me into submission. Feeling crushed, I drop my eyes as I'm forced to remain trapped in a suffocating silence. The elders share looks like they're in on some secret, and I'm just a pawn in their game. Shame hangs heavy on my head as Trix carries on with his talk after successfully leaving me sidelined and silenced. This isn't a new thing. He's always done this, but why does it hurt in a different way now?

He's been acting all weird since from the woods. "Hey, man. What's up?" I said. He shot me a deadly stare as he pushed me out of the way with his shoulder. I stared back. What's fucking wrong with this guy? I snapped. "What the hell! What's wrong with you?" "I've always known you to be notorious. I thought you've changed but now I know there's no redemption for you," he said. "You'll never stop being a bully. Shame on you for taking advantage of a vulnerable girl," he hissed and stormed out of the house.

It got to a point that even the mention of his name could make me pee my pants, I had to obey him or face the consequences. It had been limited to shoving , pushes , sometimes beatings if I disobeyed but then it changed I was initially a late bloomer and at fifteen my chest were still almost flat,but during the summer break that had changed, my breast started growing bigger and bigger along with my butt and hips and Hayden had noticed... Then the real bullying began, he made sure to call me mean names like slut, whore...bitch and the rest of them...

"Who knows?" "Asshole politicians. Every last one of them was either bullied on the playground, and now they're taking their shit out on the rest of the world, or they were the bullies who never outgrew that stupid shit." I guess that was my answer, even though he wasn't talking to me directly.

Feeling frustrated and misunderstood, Felix replied, "You guys are bullying me. What if my boss finds out and stops giving us late-night benefits?" "Looks like Third Leg doesn't know what's going on," one user teased. "What a clueless guy!"

The ingrained pack mentality of not attacking a superior. I needed to break that. I attacked without warning, my enhanced speed making me nearly invisible. Cassandra barely blocked my first strike. She stumbled back from my second. My third knocked her flat on her back. "Pathetic," I said coldly, standing over her. "The packs that abused you, abandoned you, treated you like garbage, they're not going to hesitate when we come for them. They're going to try to kill you. And if you can't fight back with everything you have, you'll die."

“I thought you loved hockey so much, you can’t afford to lose it.” Jace’s face turned sullen slowly, his jaw tightened. I could feel he was stuffing it all in, refusing to let it out. I tried to think of what to say again to convince him but then my phone rang beside me. I paused and turned to look at the screen. Quinn texted. ‘Have you seen this?’ I picked up my phone and clicked on the link she sent afterward. It was a video of one of the boys on the team, telling everyone how he was bullied by Jace and how the coach tried to bury it all because of the Carters’ family.

“I kinda wish you were obtainable so I can come back for you in one year when my mate bond if broken.” She but her knees down, and then her eyes; fumbling with her finger and the hem of her shirt. “You know I don't understand why it has to be this way. The goddess never came to my aid when I was being bullied. Instead what she does is stuff me together with my bully. Zephyr is an asshole, all the time.” “He brought you here for treatment. That says a lot.” “Yeah about how much trouble he knows he will be in if I die.” She blurted out, wiping the tears trickling down, onto her shirt. She pressed her lips together, sucked in a deep breath and exasperated.

I couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone calling me a slut, nor could I open my locker without finding notes reminding me of that label. With the perception that I was their "slut," some boys felt entitled to slap, grab, or touch me as I passed. Each time, I remained silent, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists, trying to walk past them without incident. Days turned into weeks, and I grew numb. There was nothing I could do to stop Reuben and Charlotte from rallying their followers against me. They were a cruel couple, and it became evident why Jessica's younger sister had struggled to cope. Fighting back meant more pain and further bullying, as they reigned supreme in the social

Then he pushed two middle fingers inside me. My pussy welcomed it—tightening around it perfectly like it has been starved and waiting for it all day. “Ah….“ I cried out. Not a girly or cute one. One that is scary—that signified that I was being ruined by my bullies. One that made my body shook violently.