Bullied To Love Novels & Stories

“Really?” She asked me as I moved to pick up my bag. I nodded and answered her. “Yes, I was bullied about liking guys before I knew I liked guys, but I stuck it out because of the people that loved me” I said as I bent to place my left arm under her head and my right arm under her knees. I scooped her up gently and carried her out to the stretcher out front. As I laid her down I said what I hoped was encouraging words. “Your life is beautiful and worth living. You won’t be able to see the beauty if you die. It might be hard, but when you have people that love you then you can get through it.”

he said. “When someone is bullied, they often endure pain in the hope of gaining recognition or approval from their tormentors. That mindset can carry over into intimate relationships, where they find a sense of control or validation through pain.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt a cold weight settle in my chest, the realisation cutting deeper than I had expected. “So, you’re saying…” I began, my voice shaky. “You’re saying that she might not actually love me? That she’s with me because of… because of this psychological shadow?”

Bexley's POV I used to think that those in love were insane. Honestly, they are insane. Love makes you do things you never thought you could do. It makes you bold. Love gives you the boldness to defend your love. It energises you. With love. You can stand the storm. You can face the devil himself. For love. You can fight the universe. I don't want to fight my loved ones, but I will not tolerate anyone talking down or saying negative things about my love.

That Amber Giorgio would be the only girl for me. No one knew I loved her; if anything, they thought I'd hated her. I'd made sure that in front of everyone else that I was mean to her. I bullied her in public by making fun of her, and I've even tripped her before in class. But by the end of the day, when I was alone, that shit tore me up inside.

But it’s also okay to let love carry you for a while. He doesn’t fix the world for me—but he makes it feel less cruel. And maybe… that’s what love really does. — H.

He took it, pressed a kiss to my knuckles, slid his arm around my waist, and pressed a soft kiss to my temple. “This man,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion, “this infuriating, ridiculously annoying man… I disliked him when I was younger because he was a bully.” Everyone burst into another round of laughter, the heavy tension from my earlier speech finally dissolving. “Turns out, the bully would end up being my greatest happiness. I want you all to help me appreciate him. Because he showed me what love truly is. He showed me that I can be loved, regardless of who I am. He showed me that love is patience and, importantly, he reminded me that love doesn’t need a why. Love just is.”

I explained and at that even the brothers standing behind her looked at me with sad eyes. “Honey, if you can already feel that I am your mother then call me ‘Mom’ and not Alpha Stone,” she chuckled and hugged me tighter. “I love you already, Mom,” I mumbled and suddenly all the heaviness in my heart and bitterness of being a bully faded away. My behaviour as a bully was for getting attention. But not Ryder’s attention. It was for a mother’s love !!! “Awww. I love you too, Sweetheart,” Mom replied and softly caressed my hair while keeping me in her embrace.

Then, in a sudden burst of anger, I grabbed the glass he had just drunk from and hurled it at the television. The screen only trembled slightly, but the glass shattered across the floor with a loud crash. The sound started the house staff, who cried out in alarm. I hugged my knees and sat frozen in place, tears streaming down my face as I cried. … Ethan was once my worst nightmare. Back in high school, he was the ringleader of the group that bullied me the most. He would stand above me, looking down with disdain, as he tossed all my books from my bag down the stairwell.

And judging by his expression earlier, he had felt it too. No, she told herself. No. But as the pack dispersed and Adrian laughed with the others, he glanced back once. Just once. The look on his face was not triumph. It was fury. That frightened her more than anything. Because Lisa knew bullies. She knew mockery, humiliation, contempt. She had lived with those things long enough to read them at a glance. But this? This felt different. Like Adrian had decided something the moment he looked at her — and whatever it was, he hated her for it.

That it was all just a big misunderstanding someone else had created. "Trust?! Do you even know what that word means, huh?! What do you know about trust and friendship?! Someone who comes with a broken home like yours—what would you know about trust and love—?! Someone like you, who has no idea about someone else's pain and suffering—! You—Aasiya—You're always going to be alone—! You'll live a lonely life and die one too—!!" She was still screaming, but just that one word—broken home—just that one word, from her mouth had told me everything that I needed to know. It was enough to turn my broken heart into cold and unfeeling. Instead of looking at her, I had slowly turned my eyes down and beg