Bully Novels Novels & Stories

Amanda called out, finally noticing the girl walking behind them. In all schools like AHS with a social system, there are bullies. The bullying girls were the most popular ones and highest on the social ladder, and they could be divided into the rude girls and the downright mean one. Amanda was rude and mean. She was a pouchy, thick girl who seemed to have accumulation of fat in all the wrong places, including her upper arms, legs and cheeks, which hours of working out and diets crafted out by the most accomplished nutritionists in the country could somehow still not fix. She was not traditionally beautiful, but her demeanour somehow gave the impression she was a younger Agbani Darego.

Don’t I have the right to like someone too? “Wo…wo… this little wimp has become so much brave. What is the reason behind this? Is it the power of your so-called love ?” she whispered pulling Heidi’s ponytail. “Ouch…leave me. It’s school, not a foster home where you could bully me,” she said trying to take off her hands from her hair. “Wherever I see I will bully you shit...It doesn’t matter whether it’s a school or the foster home,” she grabbed it tightly and left after our class teacher shouted at us.

"What the—?!" Lukas whipped his head to the right and saw little Annabel standing there like a pint-sized warrior, clutching an arsenal of pencils, pens, notebooks, crayons, and every school supply she could grab from her room. Her tiny face was scrunched up in fierce determination as she glared daggers at him. "DON'T YOU DARE BULLY MOMMY! YOU'RE A BAD, MEAN UNCLE!" Annabel hurled her belongings at Lukas one by one with all her might—pencils flying like arrows, pens zipping through the air, and even a thick book smacking him squarely on the shoulder. A few projectiles actually connected with his head, stinging sharply.

“Don’t be loud” “You should report to the teacher Lydia.” Ruth pleaded “or I will” Brian’s stomach tightened. He took a step forward A loud slap. cracked through the air. Lydia’s math book flew from her hands and hit the sand. Brian’s jaw locked. The bully stood there the girl with the long braids. Arms folded. Chin tilted high. A cruel smirk on her lips that made her look much older than she was. “Seriously?” she scoffed. “How do you lose your books every day? Are your hands as useless as your grades?”

I was still too weak. Moving in with my grandmother was amazing. I finally made a few friends and enjoyed the rest of my last year of high school. I had studied hard and gotten into college and I was about to be in my last year. I decided to transfer to the pack college for my last year, I was ready now to face my bully.

I loved Mommy and Mia and it felt so sad to know that I was going to meet the bullies again. “Bye, Mommy. Love you.” “Love you, too,” Mom replied, and she drove away. When I got to class, I saw the bullies were waiting for me. They were sitting at the end of the room. Their eyes gazed at me. Even though my other friends had arrived by then, they couldn’t do anything to defend me because the four bad guys had powerful strength, loud voices, and scary faces. Better, I ignored them. “Anya, the illegitimate child, is here!” Daniel yelled, the leader of the four bad guys. When he laughed, he showed his rows of black teeth. Disgusting.

《Just let it go. 《They are pathetic bullies. They deserve teeth, not silence.》 I force my wolf’s rage down and kneel in the dirt to collect the scattered bottles. The ground is hot against my bare knees. I reach for a plastic bottle rolling near the girl's shoe. She shifts her foot, lightly kicking dust over my fingers. I bite the inside of my cheek and grab the bottle anyway. Kael finishes his drill and turns toward the commotion. He wipes a towel across his neck. He watches me scramble in the dust. He does not stop the girls. He does not reprimand them. He just stares at me with a dark, arrogant amusement.

So, on one hand, I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about not having books on my first day of class, but on the other hand, I’m nervous about how Caden might react. Back in high school, when he intentionally broke my laptop and I borrowed his as a replacement, he stormed into my lecture and threw a fit, claiming that I stole his belongings. He even called me a derogatory term in front of the whole class, fully aware that it could get him detention. Well, these days, Caden has upgraded to being a calm, emotionless bully. He no longer screams in my face like he used to. Instead, he launches his attacks with nothing more than a smirk.

If I tell you to be a statue, you become marble! I broke completely as I ran out through the elevator, stumbling through the press and into the pouring rain. I walked through the streets under the cold icy rain. I didn’t care. My sandals splashed into deep puddles of mud. I could still hear my stepmother's voice telling me I was a burden and the echoes of the laughter of the girls back in high school who tripped me in the cafeteria. I was smart but I felt like a discarded toy. No one wanted me.

It was then that I got acquainted with novels and realized that I could venture into the pages to escape, even minimally and mentally, from the bullying of my classmates in the martyrdom called high school. Yes, I was the nerdy girl, teased and bullied by the popular and “important” kids in school. At that time, Arabella had gone to a school far away from our town, because her parents had separated, and her mother had taken her away. During all the months of her absence, the bullying increased considerably against me, so that I had to take drastic measures to defend myself and try to stop being the target of bullies. These were the worst months for me on American soil.