Bully Wedgie Novels & Stories

he asked, shifting my attention to the jerk face sitting across from me. He had an ice pack on his swollen nose—If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under from the way he was staring at me. Like he could pounce on me any second and rip me into pieces. Unfortunately, he can't rip my head off in here. Well, maybe he could but definitely not in the presence of the disciplinarian. However, before he dares make such an attempt, I did make sure to fuck up more of his features. I'm not a bully, unlike what my records claim. I'm just a girl who stands up for herself when some people won't stop being a pain on my arse. And this jerk across from me is the biggest pain of all.

I stand in a corner of the room, washing my hands in the sink. “So, are you going to tell me what cut you up like that?” “It was a gaming accident.” She sighs. “Nothing serious.” “Looks like you were playing with some really crazy animals.” “Yeah.” “Like huge cats.” “Or rogues.” She shoots me a glare, and my blood goes cold. “Gwen, if that was a rogue, then we have to tell Erus. You might be infected, you might need more than just stitches –” “You don't know anything, Naya.” Gwen shuts me up. “Why don't you mind your business, smarty pants?”

I was unprepared for the sudden jolt so I jerked back and my butt landed first on the hard ground. "Ouch !" I cried out in pain, my belongings fell on the ground. " Watch where you are going, duck face "Vincent said grumpily as he kicked my lunchbox away from me and continued kicking it as he walked along the hallway leaving me on the floor.I was so embarrassed. My scalp was on fire and my butt hurt,I was just starting to enjoy my life with no bullies. I guess I was wrong, even if I put an effort in my looks there would still be someone out there that would bully me for not liking preet enough.

As he bent down in pain, I whispered in his ear. "Guess what? Gianni is far better in bed than you ever were." He looked like he was about to cry. "You whore!" he grunted. I kicked him in the groin again, sending him to his knees. "That's right, Wesley, you have to kneel for all the lies and bullying." Then I lowered my voice and whispered again. "And oh, your dick is just too small, and you need to lose some weight." I punched him in the face, knocking him down. Then I turned to his brother and sister. "Are you still here?"

My words were like twisting a knife straight into his heart. Pain shot through my shoulder as he pinched it, giving me a small shake. "Look at me. Who am I?" I stared at him for a beat, then let my lips quiver as I broke into full-on sobbing. "Hayden, you're such a jerk!" I wailed, tears streaming. "You're the worst! Why are you bullying me?" Tears: the ultimate trump card. Like clockwork, Wayne's grip on my shoulder loosened.

"You don't have the right to meddle..." "You meddled with us first. If you were minding your own business, then we won't be having this conversation" he said coldly. Omfg! I screamed, jumping at him, biting the artery on his neck, and feeling satisfied as I watched blood spurt out_chill y'all, imagination calms me down. Or else, I might have been strangling him by now. I unclenched my fist, as Arielle came between us. "You can't bully me, Vega, so you better watch yourself. You might get into trouble" she warned in her whiny voice and playing the victim. She was the fucking bully. The audacity of this girl.

“Don’t look at me. She started to bully me a few months ago. You taught her howe to fight, but the nice bullying she learned all on her own.” We both laughed as Wendy interrupted us. “Hey, I’m not a bully.” She grumbled, making us laugh harder. “I’m being helpful.” “That’s it.” I pointed to Wendy. I finally got my keys out of my bag. “We need to get you a shirt that says I’m not being a bully, I’m being aggressively helpful.” Toya laughed harder as Wendy turned bright red. “Come on. We are just joking.” I stepped out of the elevator and opened my apartment door. The two women filed in and put the gardens on the ground.

Baruz rolled his shoulders a little, stretching his body. The werewolves stood in a large square opposite each other. Baruz got to the floorturn , raising one arm, bending it at the elbow, A threatening kind of hammer gleamed in his hand. He nodded, signaling that he was ready. The werewolf rushed at him with a joyful roar, already raising its paw for a powerful blow. Baruz rolled briskly, evading the attack, and then with a sweep of the furry paw that crashed into the cement floor next to him. The blow fell exactly on the elbow, in the area of ​​​​the ligaments, right there, with the second hand, he delivered a blow that hit the knee from the inside, the bones crunched. The werewolf howled

he questioned, his voice filled with empathy for the young wolves caught who had been chosen by the moon goddess yet maltreated by those they had been chosen to protect. Wilson shrugged, a mix of resignation and determination evident on his face. "Well, it's not as severe as it used to be," he replied, his words laced with a tinge of hope. "But, unfortunately, the problem of bullying among the kids persists. We do our best to keep things under control, but you know how werewolves can be." He sighed, acknowledging the complexities inherent in managing werewolves with special abilities.

"Today was supposed to be a perfectly good wedding! Beating your own in-laws is one thing, but now you're dragging my daughter's name through the mud!" Margaret seized the moment. She dropped to the floor in front of the guests and started wailing. "The almighty Sterlings — bullying people with their money! They're trying to destroy my daughter!" The guests began whispering among themselves, shooting glances at Alexander and me. Encouraged by the attention, Margaret wailed even louder. "Somebody help us! These people are monsters!" I stood there with my arms crossed, watching the performance. When they finally ran out of steam, I pulled out a folder and smiled.