Novel & Cerita Bullied Series

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

I never knew he was this disgusting. “You guys are disgusting,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’m not scared of you, you know. You’re just a bunch of socially-stunted shitheads. That’s probably the only way you can get it, isn’t it? Bullying girls into giving it up? No wonder your sorry ass got dumped.” Shit. Justin’s demeanor shifted on a dime, all traces of joking washed away. “What did you just say to me?” I shrugged, shifting my glare to Derek.

she hugged me when she was on the verge of tears. I stayed in her embrace for a few minutes before disengaging. “What are you going to do? Have you told your mom about it? Surely she wasn't happy about it” “I didn't. We both acted like we've never met before” “Is that the right decision to make?” “I don't know. I just don't want my mom finding out that he bullied me. She's about to get married into his family” “If you think that's right, I support you”

Brandon laughs, “Tell me, Ella, will you fuck me if I promise to redden your ass too? I mean, that’s what sluts like, right?” I rush from the room before anyone can see the tears burning in my eyes. What have I done to deserve any of this? First with Jace, and now with his friends; no wonder he told me he was done bullying me, because he has his friends doing it now! Was it all a lie when Jace told me that he would protect me, or is this a game that he’s playing with me now? It doesn’t matter, I can’t do this anymore.

Once done with the call, he stared at the door his son just stormed through, and muttered, "He's turned into a cold-blooded devil. Oh moon goddess, how do I handle him?" THE END PS. It's the end of Book 2- in the bully series. Vivian's story shall be continued in the third and last book in the series, which is named— Tortured by the bully. Stay tuned^-^

I punch her. The hit comes as a surprise to both of us but I recover faster. She tries to fight back but I dodge her attacks effortlessly. How did I let myself be bullied by this weakling? We fall to the floor and I pin her under me. I am on autopilot with my limbs moving at an insane speed. Thrashing and tearing at her. Her clothes. Her face. I want to hurt her. I need to hurt her. She must pay for all the months of bullying. Someone tries to drag me off her but my elbow rams into their side. “Gracie. It’s me.”

Alex teased cruelly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at my discomfort. “Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, wishing I could make my voice stronger. “Why do you keep bullying me!?,” I continued, my voice growing weaker with each word. “Because it’s fun,” Sandro shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Sandro leaned into me closer, “Remember graduation day?” My heart leaped. For days I had cried and assured myself that I wasn’t filthy and cheap like they made me feel, and after successfully moving past it, he made the memories come rushing back.

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

maybe physical combat, verbal outburst. As if on cue, Becca steps out of hall walking towards the rest room. She's walking. Her looks perfectly fine yet she claimed that night that the punch from Monique dislocated something in her face and somehow affected her legs. But in truth, Monique is the victim. If there's anything I would never tolerate in my company. It's bullying. "Ms. Becca." "Sir." She moves a few steps closer, then stops, knotting her fingers together and staring at the ground.

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.