Bully Jimmy Novels & Stories

"How many times am I going to repeat that I don't wanna see your face?! Monsters like you don't belong here." "Mm, I see." Jimmy rubbed his chin. "And what if I don't want to?" June and his friends widened their eyes, not expecting him to talk back. "You don't know what can happen to you," he mumbled coldly. Jimmy could only smirk. His bully's threats were no longer scary to him, they were the last of his concerns. Spending his time in Fantasía taught him how to defend himself in the worst situations; he got attacked by the most dangerous creatures, he was jailed by the most powerful man and even dealt with the king's bad temper for a while.

Tessa’s POV A rural area in West Virginia. A slap across my face sent me crashing to the floor again. “How dare you report us?” Jimmy growled, standing over me. My cheek ached as I held it, trying to get up. “Report who?” I winced in pain, confused. He slapped me again, harder this time which blurred my vision. Jimmy was one of the most feared boys in our class, big, mean, and always surrounded by people too scared to challenge him. Even teachers walked on eggshells around him and I once overheard someone whisper that he was part of a cult group outside school.

She threw herself into her mother's arms and cried, "Boo-hoo, Mommy… I'm not a bastard…" Caroline lowered herself and said, "Don't cry, Lia. I'm here. I won't let you be bullied for no reason." Tyler gazed at the parents and five children with a ferocious gaze. "Who called my sister a bastard?" The children were clueless. Their leader, a scrawny boy named Jimmy Slone, stepped forward and said, "I'm the one who said so! Who knows if she is lying!" Tyler's gaze turned cold as he walked toward Jimmy step by step.

Amber’s POV “H-He always bullies me,” I whispered, my voice remaining surprisingly calm despite the pain short-circuiting my brain. The principal frowned, folding his arms across his chest like this wasn’t something new. “That’s not a valid reason, Miss Darlington. I don’t think Alpha Mason is a bully,” he said strictly, as if his word was law in the pack’s school system.

Don’t call me a drama queen; growing up with a bully would change anyone. “No, hell no. What?” He seems terrified and off guard, stumbling over his words. “Kayla says you left it with her.” My face scrunches up, and I hold out my palm. “Can I have my property back?” “If only you’ll hear me out,” he refuses, shoving the phone back into his jacket. Seriously? Is he crazy? Or maybe he doesn’t understand words anymore? I wouldn’t blame him, given that he’s now with a brainless bitch.

It looked like that was exactly what happened. “I have some bad news, Lizzy,” he said, reluctantly. Jim Bullock was an imposingly bulky man who stood five feet eleven inches. His bulk was primarily muscle. Although, I’d noticed over the last few years he’d begun to go a little soft and thick around the middle. Even so, he was a formidable looking character in his police uniform. I was certain that he would be even if he didn’t have a gun on his hip. I always enjoyed Jim’s visits to the diner. I found him to be quick witted and delightfully humorous. He’d brightened more than one gloomy day with his outrageous tales of crimes gone wrong.

Jimmie. It led me to a separate structure—more like a bunker. No windows. Only one door. My paws skidded as I slammed into it. Inside, chaos. One man in white. He didn’t even scream when I lunged. My teeth met his flesh. He collapsed. Then I turned and saw him. Jimmie. Caged, Bruised, Limp in the corner and… and hopeless. I stepped closer, slow—careful. I didn’t want to scare him. But when he saw me—

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

When Lily is ready, I'll be ready to show her the truth. As I finish my breakfast, I sit and watch my best friend playing with what remains of her food. She isn't the type to waste a single crumb. She told me once that food was often so scarce when it was just her and her mom that she didn't feel comfortable wasting anything. Lily finally stabs a piece of sausage, and as she tries to put it in her mouth, Veronica's hand reaches across the table. She says something, shaking her head. Lily opens her mouth to say something, but Atticus squeezes the hand he is holding under the table, and without saying a single word, Lily lets the fork fall silently to the side of the plate. Whatever they are d

But my own plans, though seemingly more structured, were fraught with their own complexities and challenges. "I'm just planning on taking over my pack as the next alpha," I said, trying to sound confident and assured. Jules nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential prey. It was then that I noticed a new student approaching us, her head held high and her eyes blazing with defiance. She was unlike any other student I had seen—stubborn and strong-willed, with a fierce determination that radiated from her every pore. Jules, sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, moved in to bully the newcomer, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. But the girl was no pushover, and soon a fier