Bullies Characters Novels & Stories

I replied “Oh, alright. My name's Dave, what's yours?” He asked “Brielle” I told him “Brielle, you're very pretty, with a pretty name” “Thank you” I replied, already starting to get irritated and bored of this conversation. Classic old tales with boys, saying the same things to compliment a girl and impress her. “So I was wondering if you'd like to exchange social media….” “I'm sorry but i'm not in a good mood right now as my ex bully or rather soon to be step brother ruined my entire day and im not in the mood to talk to anyone” I said, cutting him off..

24 Carolyn's POV Not to forget that he said all of them are bullies. So it's not really good. Bullies aren't made, they are born. The arrogance, narcissism, malice, evil and many other factors shape these bullies. What chance do I have to survive among them? I saw the students that have arrived so far? They might be unruly in other places in life, but physically they are perfect- All slim and hot. How will I survive them being so fit and good while I am as heavy and big as a hippo.

I stared into his hollow eyes. "Giovanni, did you bully me because I was poor? Or because you knew, deep down, that you were the worthless one?" He froze, a brief flicker of alarm in his eyes at being so thoroughly exposed. I stood up and shifted my gaze to Mr. Rossi, who was drenched in cold sweat. "Mr. Rossi, you bear the greatest responsibility for what Giovanni has become. You thought money could fix everything in this world, so he grew up believing he could bully anyone without ever paying the price."

one of the girls slurred. “Yeah you’re right.” the first girl hummed. She lowered her voice. “But hey, what about that other girl, Wren?” My eyes widened as I pushed myself against the wall. Now they were onto me?! “What about her?” “Cyrus seems awfully interested in her.” the first girl slurred. They were trying to keep the conversation seem like a secret but their drunk selves have underestimated their loud volumes. I pinched the bridge of my nose as these girls would go so far as to think bullying would make a man interested in a girl.

Beckett stands so quickly his chair scrapes backward. “No fucking way.” I recognize him too. Older now. Different haircut. But the face is unmistakable. The person taking pictures of my humiliation freshman year wasn’t Amber. It wasn’t Bryce. It wasn’t Jamie. It was Tyler. Beckett’s cousin. And suddenly I understand why Jamie thought she was caught in the middle. Because Tyler hadn’t just known about the bullying. He had been there from the beginning.

My chest tightened as the memory of that terrible day clawed its way into my mind—Allyson’s rage, the bullies’ screams, and the way the world had shifted beneath my feet. The bullies had been relentless, feeding on Allyson’s quiet nature. She was their perfect prey, always the one to turn the other cheek. I remembered finding her that afternoon behind the school, cornered like a frightened animal. They pushed her, hit her, sneered. Fury had blinded me, and I lunged to protect her. But they were too strong. They threw me against the wall, and pain erupted in my head as I crumpled to the ground.

Five students corner him. "H-Hi..." Kolya smiles weakly. He isn't sure whether he should be happy to meet new people or be scared because they're looking at him as if they're about to end his life. "You're Nikolai Park right?" One of the guys asks. The victim nods his head. Victim = Kolya. These five male students appear to be the bullies you watch in movies. Even the way they look fits the character of a bully. You know, the stereotypical look: lip piercing, the first four buttons of their uniform are open, their hair is full of wax, and their bodies are damn big—like they can crush Kolya in a blink of an eye.

Charlie was free to date and sleep with other girls, in return Charlie was supposed to provide help, in any form, if Mandy would ever ask. Nicole, on the other hand, was not concerned about the details and specifics of her attackers’ reasons. Whoever touched her in a displeasing way, Nicole was not staying idle. She is used to bullying anyone that pricks her eyesight, although she had been a bit quiet ever since Mike came to the University. No reasons required for the Queen of Bullies to be exploding her wrath near and far, known and unknown, young or old, rich or poor, or anything at all. Nicole had just been a bit busy dealing with things that only had anything to do with Mike Wilson, but

"Leave the kid alone." Bertram laughed. "Why? We all have our parts to play, even this young miscreant." Bertram walked over to Timmy, running his hand over the boy's head. "People who refuse to play their part, to fulfill their role in this drama of life, are a stumbling block to success. You don't agree?" "I think bullies who use their strength and power to get what they want are the stumbling blocks," Rhychard said. Bertram laughed. "Your kind have not always thought so. As a matter of fact, wasn't it the bearer of that very sword you carry who tried to subjugate a town once? Didn't he use his strength and magic to bully innocent people?"

~ALLISON I suck it up, wiping away my tears, and then proceed to retrieve my makeup from my handbag. I dust on a bit of powder, covering up the parched area caused by the dried tears. Scrutinizing my reflection for a moment, I feel satisfied with my appearance and then proceed to stuff my things into my bag before turning on my heels. I stop mid-step when I see who’s at the door. My bullies. Kate, flanked by her two cronies. Sometimes I wonder if these two lap dogs have any life beyond causing trouble under Kate's command.