Bully Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

My chest tightened as the memory of that terrible day clawed its way into my mind—Allyson’s rage, the bullies’ screams, and the way the world had shifted beneath my feet. The bullies had been relentless, feeding on Allyson’s quiet nature. She was their perfect prey, always the one to turn the other cheek. I remembered finding her that afternoon behind the school, cornered like a frightened animal. They pushed her, hit her, sneered. Fury had blinded me, and I lunged to protect her. But they were too strong. They threw me against the wall, and pain erupted in my head as I crumpled to the ground.

Of course, she’ll be there. My blood runs cold. The sound of her name alone is enough to pull old ghosts from the shadows. Yennifer Wix was basically the queen of Silver Hills High and one of the worst bullies I had the misfortune of crossing paths with—aside from the Aldair brothers. Unlike Reed, Jace, Luca, and Evren who mainly mess with me when they’re bored, Yennifer made bullying look like a sport. She and her minions would hunt me down in the corridors of the school and throw mean pranks at me. They once poured juice inside my locker. Another time, they stuck gum on my seat so I’d walk around all day with it stuck to my skirt. I couldn’t walk the halls without hearing their laughs and

I couldn't let anything happen to her. "Right…" She grabbed my sleeve, shaking her head. "Novella, don't even listen to her. Wait until Aldo arrives, and she'll regret this. I'm fine. I can hang on. Once we get home, I'll tell Mom what happened. She'll make Aldo pay." Since we refused to apologize, Laura waved her hand in annoyance. Roberto then began dumping bucket after bucket of ice water on us. Our clothes were soaked through, and we were freezing so fast I could feel it crawling under my skin. My teeth rattled, and Carla slipped into unconsciousness.

"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.

Henry looked at her wondering why she started a story. "She got bullied by some asshole. I wore my big trouser and huge top and head there as if I was going for war. Getting there, I made sure to break their bones, they couldn't walk for days. My friend was so happy about it. We went out, chat and made fun of each other..." Henry was quiet wanting to hear more of the story. "She was bullied again, and I did the same action, fighting for her over and over again not asking one particular question. 'What did you do to them?' I was just too focused on defending my friend, then one day..."

one of the girls slurred. “Yeah you’re right.” the first girl hummed. She lowered her voice. “But hey, what about that other girl, Wren?” My eyes widened as I pushed myself against the wall. Now they were onto me?! “What about her?” “Cyrus seems awfully interested in her.” the first girl slurred. They were trying to keep the conversation seem like a secret but their drunk selves have underestimated their loud volumes. I pinched the bridge of my nose as these girls would go so far as to think bullying would make a man interested in a girl.

The other two came at me right after, and I dodged one, tripping him and making him fall on the ground, and pinned the other to the floor. Suddenly I felt something hit my back, which caused me to fall to the ground. I quickly recovered and turned to where the three giant wolves were to see them all running at me at once. I bit one of them in their legs, knowing they would heal quickly, dodged one, tripped another making them fall hard, and bit the other in their leg, knowing they would heal quickly. The one I dodged came next, and I bit into his leg as well, and when the last came over to me, I pushed him out of the fighting ring. I looked around to see all my opponents injured and on the

She always does. Moving means another school and having to adjust and face maybe even worse bullying. I cried myself to sleep, refusing to eat dinner or even have breakfast before leaving the house the next morning. As soon as I arrived at school, something even worse spoiled my mood. Jace Carter. The school’s hottest jock and the nation’s golden boy. At the age of sixteen, he managed to get into the national hockey team and is barely around for classes. In sophomore year, he had called me “spear-chucker” in front of the entire cafeteria because I bought dumplings for lunch.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

"They call themselves Wild Wolves." Reyne amusingly blinked her eyes when she was told about what these guys have done, including that incident when a girl committed suicide a year ago on Ryley's birthday because of their bullying. 'You can't judge someone by their looks! Our mate is a freaking bully who killed someone.'