Novel & Cerita Bullies Stories

When I was about to enter my classroom, these two idiots stopped me and push me at the corner, "Hey cutie, didn't I told you to give me your number ? Common don't be shy I Know you wanna have some fun with us too" So ... this is Jack and Jimmy , both are known as a bully and they always annoy poor or scolership students like me. They are one of those low thinker people who believe education in this popular University is only for wealthy brats like them so they annoy and bully who isn't as rich as them..... I really hate basterds like them. I feel so disgusted when they were eying me from head to toe and 'baby' that sounded like a dirty swear word to me ____ it's kinda strange how I never fel

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.

People like me should especially stay away from rich bullies. “Hey!” Sam was filming, “Show your legs more, we’ll get more views this way.” They’re a trio of bullies, “Lift your skirt higher.” Assholes. “I want snacks,” Reina said, “You,” She pointed at their target, “What’s your name again?” “Violet…” Their victim spoke. “Alright purple, go get us some snacks from the store.” “Yes…” Violet ran out of the class and suddenly they all went quiet. I didn’t pay much attention to them and continued to study. I had no intention of indulging them but then something heavy came and hit my back

The exam hall was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. My pen flew across the page as I answered question after question. The final essay question was titled "My Biggest Supporters". A hundred and nine faces flashed through my mind—some gentle, some cold, and some untamed. I wrote about the mutual redemption between an abandoned baby and a group of fugitives—a decade-long struggle of darkness reaching toward the light. They gave up their violent ways for me, and I fought like hell to build a life worthy of them.

In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me? Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I was a girl. He still used all of his force. "Brandon!" He shouts. "Did you lose a bet or something?!" Brandon freezes before slowly putting me back down on the ground. I have no idea what could be going through his head. Despite this, I still hide behind him when Henry approaches us. Brandon glances down at me in return, and some emotion I can't

She doesn’t know that the moon goddess was punishing us, we didn’t tell her anything about the fact that she’s our only shot at having a mate. My fist clenched even tighter and my teeth gritted. This is the first time I’ve had to chase a girl so much and she’s making it hard so fucking hard for me. None of us needed her to spell out everything we’ve put her through because we know it really well. We know how hard it gets for her to walk properly because not only did we ruin her self-esteem, Rhys and I were joking around one day and we had accidentally broken her leg. We know she dreads school but still our parents always made her go because we could do anything to her. We all know how hard i

Obinna said. “It could also be storytelling. Like our forefathers used to hold us spellbound with their night stories,” Emelda said. “I heard a story a few years ago. How storytelling saved a virgin” “Okay,” Emelda said, inquisitive. “This is the Arabian Tales from the Thousand and One Nights. In the story, each night, King Shahriyar takes a virgin as his wife, then kills her the following morning” Emelda imagined how her audience, especially the young would keep their ears closer now to their radio sets to understand the story. She had noticed that any day she came up with a fascinating story, it had always left them excited and they called to express their gratitude.

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.

// Stories of Zoe's Kids SEXTUPLET STORY 2: DON'T BULLY ME, ALPHA Ryder’s POV “Hand it over, Ryder Stone! Don’t play games with us, you useless Fatso!” The gang’s voices echoed like a death toll across the cracked restroom tiles, each word sharper than the fists crashing against me. My back slammed into a basin, the porcelain groaning from the impact as another punch landed square on my cheekbone. “I told you—I don’t have anything!” I gasped, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth, painting my teeth red.

Thereafter, he started the story. He told them about the new pack that the members of the Red moon pack, which had fled under the rulership of his uncle, had built. A pack of unity or so he had thought. The problem had been with the school. The students were bullies. He talked about the first time he had actually seen Olivera. She had been about to commit suicide because of the bully, and as someone who had recently lost his parents, he didn’t want to see another death, and so he had talked her out of it.