Bully Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

he said as if proud, and that seemed to be the first thing I’d heard him say since meeting him. I explained that Topher’s getting beaten up was why he’d had his friends be extra rough on Wick at practice the next day and therefore why Wick was currently getting a hole drilled into his head. “Oh, this just won’t do,” Mrs. Webster said, shaking her head. “I mean, why in heaven’s name is the administration on that football team letting their boys get away with so much mischief? I think I’ll be having a talk with Wickham’s coach about this. He might be interested to hear how my friend, who’s a local news anchor, would simply love to get an exposé on the bullying going on in my son’s locker room.

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.

Turning left and right, I check for any sign of them. I check the window to see if anyone followed me. Nope, all clear. I can breathe again. Collapsing onto my bed, I let out a dramatic sigh. Seriously, how did I end up here? One minute I’m living my not-so-best but nonetheless good-enough life, and the next I’m dodging werewolf bullies like it’s high school all over again. "Ugh, this is so messed up," I groan, tossing a pillow across the room.

But my own plans, though seemingly more structured, were fraught with their own complexities and challenges. "I'm just planning on taking over my pack as the next alpha," I said, trying to sound confident and assured. Jules nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential prey. It was then that I noticed a new student approaching us, her head held high and her eyes blazing with defiance. She was unlike any other student I had seen—stubborn and strong-willed, with a fierce determination that radiated from her every pore. Jules, sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, moved in to bully the newcomer, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. But the girl was no pushover, and soon a fier

I gulped my anxiety clutching on the stick of my floss as the familiar voice hit my ear drums! They wore their bully gang's hoodie they had designed for their Wild Wolves Gang. Dark blue galaxy kind of hoodie with a wolves deadly picture imprinted on it in the centre and the name of their gang written in the extreme centre with a bold lining in blood red aggressive font. I took few steps back trying to make a way out of this mess. They only wore this hoodie when they decided onto doing something real worst! And now the worst was for me! Shit Valen, you should not have messed with them!

But I had something more personal in mind. "That’s a good topic, Richard. But I was thinking… what about ‘The Risk of Bullying Among Lower-Class Students’?" I smiled faintly—trying to hide the ache behind it. Being bullied hurt more than anyone knew. Richard went quiet. His eyes held words he hadn’t yet spoken. "To be honest… I feel really guilty. I know I used to join the others in bullying you. I want to make things right. I want to learn from you." His voice was sincere. I could see it in his eyes.

And he would have thought about for too long, but his cracked ribs were not interested in such matters right now. “What did I say about bullying?” Ren asked, finally stopping in front of them, his question not directed to anyone in particular. The boys dropped their gazes to their snow-covered booths, all of them stuttering as their shoulders curled inwardly. “We–we weren't…I mean, it was just a joke Alpha,” one of them stammered. “A joke? Ren reapted, narrowly his eyes and giving a dry chuckle. “That's what this is to you?” He didn't wait for a reply before rushing to Wayne's side and crouched. His gloved hands brushed against his shoulders when he tried to lift him, but Wayne's body was to

I never would have thought I would stand my ground to tell my friends that I wasn't as embarrassed by Gwen as I used to be. "Surprising." Reginald cackled. We used to bully her so much when we were little. And not more than six months ago, you actually said she's the ugliest nerdiest girl in your pack. Your pack's slug. Now this! What did she do to you?" I could hear my wolf growl. It was not liking the way Reginald was speaking about her. Without answering Reginald I got into the car. "I have to go."

Her pout twists into a smile as she thinks about all the ways she could make Lily suffer. “There’s my girl. Are you ready to do this?” I coax her playfully. She smiles and I know I’ve won. We walk back into the room, hand in hand. The bully games have officially started.

“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.