Bully Wade Mga Nobela at Kwento

She demands, sounding whiny, hiding behind her alphas bulging biceps. “Enough! Trudy. Leave.” Wade says, standing and walking over to me. He towers over me at a massive 6’3 to my 5’6. He looks down, trying to intimidate me, but that’s not an easy feat to do so I sweetly smirk at his efforts. “I do not need a guardian. I deny your protection.” He says, locking eyes with mine, a challenge lingering in his gaze. Oh, I do love a challenge. “We will see, Wade.” Going up on my toes, I bring my face a measly inch from his. I intentionally leave out his title, Alphas hate that and I can see the rage at the insult. I smile brightly at him. I’m already winning.

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.

“Ruby, stop.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying. He was your bully. He made your life miserable, and now he’s standing here acting like a king who just realized he’s in love with the girl he terrorized. And technically – “ she pointed at me, “ – you’ve fallen for him too, so.” “Ruby, what is wrong with you today?” Crew leaned forward slightly. “Is that so.” He said it quietly. That was somehow worse than if he’d raised his voice.

Wade appeared in the clip with a bruised and swollen face, and he was crying about how I had bullied him during the recording of Bobo Boys. Wade claimed that I disfigured him out of jealousy, and I wanted to ruin his life by trapping him with work at the factory. The clip went viral very quickly, and my name started appearing in numerous hashtags. [Bullying within the boyband with a member beaten up and disfigured!] [Heir to Lorne Corporation abuses power by bullying band member in reality show!] [Shocking! Boy-next-door joins boyband only to be bullied!] Every headline was filled with millions of comments criticizing me. Some rash netizens even started cyberattacking the Lorne Corporation's

"When I found out you were actually gone, it felt like my life ended. I know that sounds insane. I know I don't get to say things like that after everything I did to you. But it's true." "Jace, you don't have to...." "I do. I need to say this." His eyes were wet now, bright in the low light from the window. "I bullied you for three years. I let my friends do it too, and I never once stopped them, and I told myself it was just jokes, that it didn't actually mean anything, because if I let myself think about what it actually meant I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." "Jace...."

The girl looked so fragile and had no single strength in her, she was so visibly weak, she just sat there and didn't utter a word, neither did she show any signs of wanting to do so, but they kept going on and on. Adrian had never seen or known the poor girl before, but he truly felt bad for her. He never picked on weak people and never will, he only fought those who he knew were equally up to the task, he liked a fair fight but this wasn't a fight, it was shameless bulling. He was upset and disgusted to see people stoop so low. They were humiliating, bullying, and disgracing the poor girl, but the worst thing is they didn't see any problem with it.

“Maverick and I ... he bullied me in high school.” Jordan furrowed his brow. “It just doesn’t add up, ya know. Maverick gets girls easily, why would he bully you—,” “It’s not because he likes me, Jordan,” I whispered. “He hates me and I don’t know why. He tossed a football at my head yesterday and knocked me down.” Jordan scoffed. “Seriously? What a dick. You want me to say something?” “No!” I shouted, shaking my head, suddenly my stomach felt queasy. “No. I’ll make it work.”

“So…obey me.” Her entire body tingled with yearning at his voice as she grabbed the wood of the headboard and spread her legs wide. Wade peered down at her soaking wet lace panties. “Well, these aren’t useful anymore.” He lowered his strong fingers and tugged at them. The lace and material made a tearing sound as her panties were ripped away from her body. A slow satisfied smile spread out on his face as he then carefully swung the spoon over while dribbling syrup over her belly. “Oops!” he teased. Then he just ladled it over down along her lower belly and mons. “I suppose I will have to start…” He lowered his head and stuck his tongue into her belly button. “…Here.”

“Sir, from the reports we have, she’s going to be of no use to you. Her father didn’t say such great things about her and from her actions at the auction, she’s going to be trouble.” “So what do you think?” He swallowed hard. “I think we should send her away.” Another word for kill her. Not happening. At least, not yet. “I need a release before I make any decision, Harren. Do you understand that?” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He nodded. “Yes sir.” The moment he left, I scoffed. I am Charles Wade— not because it is my real name but because Charles Wade is the only man in history who has gotten away with all forms of vile things.

Jaden wanted to retaliate, to tell him that the woman he trusted so much was scheming behind his back, using his name, but the words caught in his throat. The man wore a navy blue suit; despite the gray streaks in his hair, he exuded a sinister aura. A flashy watch adorned his left wrist, which he checked with impatience. His name was Samuel Anderson—a businessman by day, a ruthless criminal by night. “Yes, I know that,” Jaden said, feeling defeated.