Bullying Drawing Novels & Stories

I actually lied about not being able to draw because drawing was one activity that fueled the demons in me. I didn't lie when I said the only thing I drew was nude. For three years, I was chained, abused, and forced to draw dirty, depraved art. Men fucking animals, trees, and children. More often than not, they were still life. I hated drawing. The very art I loved the most.

I agreed, smiling that she talked after he left and not before. "Very sick" She added. "I agree" I said immediately, but I felt like I was also sick or I wouldn't be admiring the guy who bullied me. Lyra turned to her locker "He is crazy" "No doubt" I said supoortively. "Crazy for you" "I agree—-wait, what?!" My eyes were wide at Lyra. She opened her mouth wide and laughed. "The craziness is the reason he picks on you everytime" I chewed my lips, thinking about how I was really the crazy one.

Amber’s POV “H-He always bullies me,” I whispered, my voice remaining surprisingly calm despite the pain short-circuiting my brain. The principal frowned, folding his arms across his chest like this wasn’t something new. “That’s not a valid reason, Miss Darlington. I don’t think Alpha Mason is a bully,” he said strictly, as if his word was law in the pack’s school system.

NO MORE FEAR. They stapled them across the school walls, tucked them into lockers, slid them beneath classroom doors. By the time the bell rang that morning, Brentford Academy was buzzing. Scene Ends – Helena’s Reflection That night, Helena sat at her desk, staring at a photo of Sophia—taped inside her journal. “I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered. Outside her window, the school loomed in the darkness. And tomorrow, it would learn what happened… when the bullied finally fought back.

Unfortunately, coming from Jace, it felt suspicious. Ezra crossed his arms. “We can discuss it in class.” “We have class in three hours.” “So?” For a second, annoyance flashed across Jace’s face. The reaction was strangely satisfying. Before either of them could continue, Mason appeared. Mason Carter was Jace’s best friend and one of the few people in school who occasionally looked uncomfortable when the bullying started. Occasionally. Not often enough. “Are you two flirting again?” Mason asked. Several football players burst out laughing.

Finally, I tasted his cum as he shot his load in my mouth He pulled out with a grin and then I heard laughter. Some of Ashton’s buddies came out from the shadows and were cackling. “She really is a cock slut!” One of them said. “You look so good with dick in your mouth, baby. Do you want to suck me next?” Another wolf taunted as he grabbed his crotch. I stood up with tears in my eyes and ran out of the room. Ashton always bullied me, but I didn’t realize he’d be so cruel!

“Super Ella?” He nodded enthusiastically. “She’s my hero.” The smile slowly disappeared from my face. “Your hero?” “Uh-huh.” “Why?” He looked at me like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Because heroes help people.” I swallowed. “She helps me when I’m sad.” Another crayon scribble. “She makes grilled cheese dinosaurs.” A second scribble. “She reads funny voices.” Another. “She never gets mad when I ask too many questions.” He looked down at the drawing for a second before adding quietly,

"The new teachers will be very kind to you. No one will ever bully you again." Stanley buried his little face in the crook of my shoulder and gave a muffled "okay". After a moment, he said softly, "Daddy, I drew a picture for you." He handed me the piece of paper. There was a tree and three people on it—me, Stanley, and Carmen, whom he had barely seen since he was old enough to remember. The moment I saw the drawing, tears fell before I could stop them. "Daddy, why are you crying? Did I not draw it well?" Stanley wrapped his arms around mine.

I shouted and slammed the gate of my house shut as I gasped in annoyance and anger I just don't know who did the bullying to me, I'm really going to do it to him! It's been almost a week since weird emails came to me and pictures of me with men at the bar and hotel the last few weeks. And the box with only hand holding human heart and blood still blood while my picture is inside the box "I.Will.Kill.You.Mistress" my hair stood on end when someone spoke next to the window and there was a man who smiled at me and tried to open the window and there was still blood on his hand that was dry on the glass. blood as he laughed.

Giving her a nasty stare, they enter their next class. And there, was a crude drawing. Cassandra was, in an animated drawing, having sex with a fat guy tagged Peter on the board. Peter gasps loudly, dropping his bag to the floor. Cassandra was unwavering, she strides towards the board, grabbing the duster and dusting the board clean before anyone saw it. "Don't make me stuff this in your mouth, fuckers! Stop laughing!" Cassandra yells on top of her lungs. "What's going on Ms. Cassandra?" Unfortunately, it was their History teacher's class. He was a major bully, subtly sarcastic while passing crude comments.