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.

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.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

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.

There was no need for him to put in the effort to prove anything since time would eventually reveal the truth. Thus, Javier turned around and left. He ordered a drink and quietly sat in a corner as he watched what Zoey was doing. Meanwhile, Zoey anxiously asked, “Are you alright, Jim?” After making sure that Javier was nowhere to be seen, Jim raised his head and rested his hand against his head as he revealed his ferocious expression. “Where’s the b*stard who hit me just now? Get him to show himself! I’m definitely going to have someone kill that f*cker! Does he not know who I am? I’m Jimmy, d*mn it!”

“Hey!!!! Listen to me, right now. If you two don’t get lost right away, I will unleash on you, break your fingers, your ribs, and pull my trigger. My five years in the military would be seen all over your body.” Did I say military? I almost choked at my own lies, but it worked. They ran off. Shoulders high, I slowly turned to see the surprised look on Jimmy’s face. “Don’t worry, just stay over here. Let me get the food. They won’t come back.” My nigga was just too shocked to say anything. I ran over to the stand. Just then, I heard a noise, more like a car screeching. I turned back. No way, Jimmy was knocked down.

Jimmy lifted his head toward me, his gaze sharp as if he realized I was relying on him for an important part of the plan. I continued while pointing toward the massive building we would fight inside: "You’ll transform into a wolf and head quickly toward the enemy team’s main entrance, and you’ll slow their advance before Maya, Julia, and Misa arrive." Jimmy smiled slightly, as if he liked the idea, then said confidently: "I get it. I’ll attack them and force them to stop, but…" He paused for a moment, then looked at me with interest: "What about you? What will you do?" I raised my head slightly and said with full confidence:

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.