Bully Wedgie Novels & Stories

Faint bruises from injections were visible on their bodies. Rosalyn closed the video and texted back: [Thanks.] Her phone immediately vibrated. Wendy had replied with a text and a sticker of a rose dripping with blood. [Serves them right for bullying my people. There's more coming this afternoon.]

His step towards the suit of armor was held back by Lillian. “Wiggy, you are seriously injured. Your wing is broken and seems impossible to repair. How do you join the battle?” “I still have healthy feet, Lilly,” Wiggy replied with a smile. “Well, although I'm not sure I can be agile when flying. At least I'm not completely paralyzed." Lillian let Wiggy put his armor back on, he fiddled with his fingers while constantly throwing worried looks. When Wiggy sheathed the sword on her hip and put on the iron helmet, Lillian spoke up. Didn't expect the young man to be so desperate.

"Theodora Steele will be detained in the Pack House until we can determine the truth of these accusations. Richard Henderson will also be confined to his home pending investigation. Neither party is to leave Brooklyn or communicate with each other." "Alpha, please." I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. "You are making a mistake. Richard is lying. He is planning to kill me. If you lock me up, you are giving him exactly what he wants." "The decision is made. Guards, please escort Miss Steele to the detention rooms." Two large werewolves moved toward me. Both were pack enforcers. Built like linebackers. Their expressions were neutral but I saw the determination in their eyes. They w

She lashed out and kicked the bandaged wound on my leg. Pain exploded through me, sharp and piercing. Cold sweat instantly broke across my forehead, and I doubled over on instinct. "You should just die! Why does everything bad happen whenever you're around? Why are you always bullying Wilson?"

“Just try to stay away from him." “Oh, okay, sis she said and took a deep breath. She is trying to keep me calm because she is always worrying about me going to hurt myself because of my bully. Because all of us girls have bullies. Yes, all of us girls are bullied by the gang that our friends with Derrick and Wade. Wade is Cherry, Derrick aka D-Man is mine, Ryan is Samie Marie, Will is Vanessa aka Nessie, finally, Wyatt Richardson is Sammy, Derrick's twin sister, and Wade's cousin. Is it strange, really? Why do all of us have a bully? How about that, they all are freaking friends. Being sarcastic. I thought.

“Need a hand or are you gonna start cleaning the floor while you’re down?” Oh how badly I wanted to punch the crap out of him! To permanently wipe that smile that taunted me even in my dreams. To humiliate him the way he does me. But I couldn't. I'll always be a coward, never strong enough to stand up to him or any other bully. I had enough scars for a lifetime, I didn't need any more. So, timidly I got up from the floor while he and his best friends laughed their asses off, accompanied by their cheerleader groupies.

I stared at both of them. "You're both idiots." "Thank you," Tyler said. I shook my head. "His text was fine." Adrian pointed at me. "See?" Tyler looked offended. "Okay, what would've been better?" Tommy answered immediately. "'If anyone hurts you, I'll bury them.'" Adrian nearly choked. "What?" Two other teammates walked past us. One overheard. "That's terrible advice." The other nodded. "Very terrible." Tommy looked betrayed. "It's romantic."

"Help? Help, my ass, you little brat! How dare you step on me?" Uncle Adam flew into a rage and forcefully pushed my foot away. He then clung to the window ledge and was about to crawl over to hit me. "I'll kill you, you uncultured brat! You think I'm easy to bully?" I sneered, and the max combat proficiency rewarded by the system instantly activated. I grabbed his wrist and forcefully twisted it. With a crack, Uncle Adam instantly dislocated his wrist.

Just then, the LED screen at the center of the wedding venue fizzled out of the blue. It had been showing the newly wed couple’s sweet wedding photos on repeat, but at that moment, it changed to the blurry security footage of a school. In the video, a thin boy was surrounded by a few other boys in a toilet. They were all wearing the same school uniform. They shoved at him, emptied his bag, tore up his homework, and slapped him. The one leading the entire group of bullies was Stanley, the man currently wearing the suit on the stage and looking all innocent.

He was pushing her backward now, driving her toward the edge of the ring while the others watched in hungry silence. She knew what they saw: the future Alpha sparring with the pack stray. A show. A lesson. A reminder of everyone’s place. Adrian struck low, then high. Lisa ducked the high hit by instinct, pivoted, and managed to clip his shoulder. A real hit. The yard went still. Adrian froze. Lisa did too. It hadn’t been hard, but it had landed. Something dark flashed across his face. Then, before she could even reset her stance, he slammed his staff against hers with enough force to rip it from her hands. The wood flew into the dirt several feet away.