Bullies Novels & Stories

A jolt shot through Mr. Rossi. It was as if every bone had been ripped from him, and he collapsed to the floor in a heap. After a long moment, he mustered every ounce of strength he had left and answered, "I choose the second option." Then, Sofia's gaze fell back on Giovanni. "As for you, here's what's going to happen. One, in front of the entire school, you will publicly apologize to Dante and to every single student you've ever bullied. Two, you will withdraw from the school voluntarily and transfer to a specialized correction school for psychological and behavioral intervention.

And the ones standing here right now were the bullies. Rin was the perfect mean girl, but she was no bully. These girls — these were the bullies. The one with the tattoo. The one with the buzz cut. The one who clearly smokes. The fighter. The pretty one. The rich one. And the one who could ruin you with a single phone call. A group with the perfect bully lineup.

"In my head, he was always this giant. This untouchable god who could rewrite the world just by saying a word. But he’s just a man who’s really good at being mean." "That’s the secret, honey," Roman said, his grip tightening slightly, grounded and real. "Bullies only look big because they stand on top of the people they’ve hurt. Once you knock them off the pile, they’re just as short as anyone else." "What’s he going to do next?"

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.

“Elena and I found each other through a shared passion for the environment. Her work amongst plant science is something the Silverton Foundation is proud to support. He lied with the grace of a professional. It made me sick. “Mrs Silverton!” Another reporter yelled. “Some are calling you the Billionaire’s Curvy Consort.’ How do you feel about being a body positivity icon for the elite? I froze. Curvy Consort. The words were meant to be kind, but they felt like a mockery. The sea of thin women in the front row kept their judgmental eyes scanning my emerald green dress that strained at my hips. Speak Elena, my mind whispered. Don’t let them define you.

He leaned over and sat in front of me. His eyes were boring holes into my own eyes, " you're a bully Reece and bullies don't care about their victims, they don't even care if they are already hurt they just keep hurting them" I said with little confidence. Something flashed in his eyes and his face grew blank and he was silent.

The five bullies looked at him like a clown, in their eyes, one of them is enough to deal with Miles, that is slender and looked like a fragile playboy. “Don't worry, I won't ruin your face so that you could attract girls as a cripple” one of the bullies mocked.

that tried to stop it" I retorted in anger. "That was ours to decide!" he lashed at me already pissed. "What!? You have to decide if you are to take down bullies?" I asked faking a surprise laugh. "You know...I know you are against special students as well but as a gamma...you should be doing your job in bringing this damn bully thing to an end not encouraging it, it doesn't matter if you work hard to get that seat, but you don't deserve it. You are just among the pack of idiots who thinks special students are nothing but passersby" I quipped and he threw me his spear in anger, it elongated as it flew, but I saw it coming so I made a crab position and it passe

The reason the bullies always have the upper hand is because they are willing to address the truth, they didn’t care about what the society is ashamed of or is willing to go to multiple extents to ide. For instance, I am fat and I am ashamed of that I didn’t want to accept it. Unlike the gossipers that will tell me that I am God’s image and likeness and go ahead to gossip about it, they are blunt about it. ‘Yeah Fatrez, you are fat, you actually look like a hippopotamus,’’ that’s the language of the bullies. Very true, straight to the point, no sugar coating. That’s why the truth always hurts, I really don’t want to be told that

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.