Bullied To Love Novels & Stories

"Everything. About your family. About the deal. About how you made him choose." I exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. "You don’t understand the pressure I—" "No, I understand perfectly," she cut in, eyes narrowing. "You think love is control. You think bullying someone for months and then wrecking their friend’s life because you can’t handle your own feelings is normal. It’s not. It’s toxic." I flinched. She wasn’t yelling. That would have been easier. But the calm, cold way she said it? That was a dagger.

I could never be trampled on and bullied. I loved you and was willing to bear your children, but these were all in the past. I wanted you to feel regret. I wanted you to know the consequences of hurting someone who loved you. I also wanted you to know how painful it was to be hurt by someone you loved. Tears rolled silently down my cheeks. "No, Liana, don't be silly. He never loved you. He likes you for your beautiful looks. He's no different from other men." *** *Ted*

Choosing herself without apologizing for it. The image gutted him. He was supposed to be her soft place. The place she could rest without bracing herself. Instead, he became the very thing that made her feel alone. The worst truth of all, the one he couldn’t outrun, was that he still loved her. But not the way she needed. Not the way that could keep her. Not the way she’d finally learned to give herself.

But still,he doesn't like me. The last time I was treated nice and normal,it ended with me thrown in a river and left to die. I learnt a hard lesson that day. They'll always hate me. And any good thing from them is fleeting,not long lasting. “I'm not interested.” I say firmly That day when he left me behind in that classroom,I had time to think long and hard. I just like pain and dominance. It had nothing to do with Sebastian. The way he left is how he'll always leave if I let it continue.

I replied wittily, This Dum Dum knows I’m into boys and still chose to Bully me… what really was his agenda. “You’re not usually this talkative in school high priest… Your Father must have been mistaken” He said, referring to when Dad called me a shy man. “Everyone has a reputation they try to build, even you I believe have a certain way you want to be seen. That’s why you bully people, you feel it makes you feel better than them” I fired back, Tyler raised his perfectly carved brows, which had a razor slash at the center, His brown eyes blazed with ridicule.

Or maybe I should stand up to him—show him I’m not so easy to break. “Fine. Bother me all you want. I’ll still study here.” Behind the tone that sounds firm, my heart is hurting. Why do people love bullying the lower class? Whether in the werewolf world or the human one, it’s always the same. People like us will always be the last choice—when no other options remain. Rayvan looks even more irritated. He smirks again. “Are you challenging me?” Rayvan steps back. Suddenly, water splashes across my shirt. He poured my drink on me. I gasp, not expecting him to actually do this.

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.

I shrug, switching my books and shutting my locker. "Don't be a prick, Oaks." He tugs me back to him, not too close though. "You know not everyone has it as easy as you" he says, and i know he doesnt mean for it to hit so hard. But it does, I shrug him off, and shake my head. "You think I have it so easy?" I taunt, shaking my head. "I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy"

Three weeks ago, Ethan was a new transfer student, and he had shared his notes with me for a week. As soon as Leon saw this, Ethan had been the target of his anger. His teammates had made life miserable for the poor boy. They tore his homework, shoved him into lockers, and beat him up in the bathroom. The following week, Ethan transferred to another school. Since then, no one had cared to come close to him. “Jaxton,” I exhaled, “You have to leave. They don't want you with me please.” Jaxton turned to me, staring at me for a long second, “What they want is not a concern. I choose to stay and I will.”

I need to sleep this whole thing off. I shut my eyes, and soon, I was drifting into dreamland. **** [Flashback] I think there are some people destined to hate you in life, and there is nothing you can do to make them love you. Nothing. Sometimes I ask myself 'Why?' over and over again, trying to understand the reason for that hatred but there seems to be no reason that can be pointed out. The hatred is just natural. That was my theory from high school about hatred. "Virgin girl" I heard someone utter that name as I stepped into the class.