Bullying Drawing Novels & Stories

"Elena is waiting for you." He nodded. He gently touched my shoulder and walked away. I watched the only ride that could take him home just because of the fear of his girlfriend Elena. Elena can be a big bully. In seventh grade, I watched her and a few of her friends verbally bully a girl in our class about secondhand clothes she'd worn, and so I tried to keep a safe distance from her. As soon as Bryson's car was gone. I began walking along the road towards the bus stop. It was dark, but the moonlight was enough to lighten my path.

That just seems sadistic in my opinion. And I have been told I was sadistic. Multiple times. Not judging more, I flipped to another page. This one is a drawing. A blackhole. I don’t know what makes them think anyone wouldn’t get the drawing. It was quite fucking clear. But there was a scribbling in bold letters that says, ‘The Black Hole’. I wanted to find the owner and give them a small upside for whatever shit this is. Seeing their taste for a gift though, nothing else should surprise me.

I froze. A tall naked man was standing in the kitchen with a towel casually thrown over his neck. My eyes went straight to his huge cock, then up his sculpted chest, and finally to his face. “Not again,” I gasped. It was Kaelen Steele. My bully, arch nemesis and worst enemy since I was six years old and he called me ‘ugly duckling’ and threw me in a puddle. He turned to me, wide eyed and stared for a full minute, his mouth opened in surprise, clearly as astonished as I was.

“Teacher said mine was the best!” Dr. Xavier unfolded the paper— And felt cold sweat pour down his back. In the drawing, a man was holding a knife, stabbing it into another man’s neck. Red blood splattered across the victim’s face. His breath caught. “Where did this come from?” he demanded. “Where did you get this picture?” The boy burst into tears. “I drew it in class!” Dr. Xavier didn’t stop. His voice sharpened. “Who told you to draw this?”

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Being a scumbag was one thing, and even if he knew that being a scumbag was very bad, it was several times better when he thought that the system might also accept a boy as long as that boy was cute and resembled a girl. Monica took a deep breath and calmed himself. He felt very scared at that moment and the only thing that he was glad that the system didn't force him to do something to the target. If he was forced to attack a crossdresser then he was sure this book might have directly been thrown away by the readers. 'But... why didn't it react toward Mita--' Monica quickly shook his head and had goosebumps on his entire body. He took a deep breath and calmed himself before he decided to ea

She took out her phone and opened the school's forum. The first thing that caught her eyes was one of the hottest news. Zora clicked on it and saw a picture. Laura, Alice, and Amanda, who had bullied her yesterday, were tied to a tree with a sign in front of them that read "School Bully". The three of them had messy hair and torn clothes, just as they had done with Zora. Zora's heart was beating out of her throat. She had a vague idea who had done it, but she controlled herself not to think about him.

I instantly heard his voice inside my head say: Do you hate bullies? Are you tired of being scared? If you have a bully problem call me, I’m your man! If you call 138-767-3923 your bully will soon be gone! Don’t worry, no one will find out! It was like an advertisement and it drew me closer to him. Then his voice overtook my mind and I couldn't stop it. I heard: I wrote this on as many toilet doors as I could in the school with a big, red, permanent marker. I even snuck into some of the girls’ toilets during class, and wrote my advert. It wasn’t long until my phone started ringing.

My teacher defends me but the pupils keep on mocking and bullied me until I reached high school. One day, my classmates turned on me and began bullying me. They are mean, making my life miserable; I left my school books and sketch pad in the classroom at break time. When I returned, I found someone torn the pages of my sketchpad and written dirty words all over my books then after that, she smiled wickedly and gave me a dirty hand sign. Another day, I opened my bag and discovered someone had put salad all over my notebooks, pad paper, and books. There was a time when someone stole my new t-shirt that was given by my mother as a gift present. Every day the bullying got much worse but I used t

I put my phone on charge and went downstairs to join everyone. Lizzie came in running holding a paper, "Oly... look I made this at school today.." I saw a drawing of two sticks with heads and hands.. I smiled, "who are these skinny people? Don't they eat?" She laughed, "It's you and meeee.. my teacher said we should draw people we love and I drew you..." I picked her up and put her on my lap, "well when my teacher tells me to drow a person I love, I'll draw you and me too.. trust that little kitten.."