Comebacks For Bullies Novels & Stories

I've never apologized for being me - hot-tempered and mean - but for the first time in my life, there's an apology on my tongue. Am I turning soft? Well, who gives a shit?! "Look, I'm so—" "I don't want you to trick me!" Emilie blurts out, surprising me by speaking in a clear voice. I swear my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, and Emilie isn't even done yet. She continues. "I...I can take the bullying, Brandon. It's not new to me. But you... you've been nice to me, and I...I like that. It feels like I have a friend now, and I'm...scared."

"You encounter a traumatic experience and that is the first thing you say to me? Can you cry and say 'I am scared, accompany me for tonight, bestie.'" I cringed at that. "I might be lacking in strength but I am not that fragile. Besides, my fury has already been vented when you two beat him up." "Sigh. You easily let things of the matter go. If you are bullied, you have to strike back and pay them back tenfold! Don't let them easily go away after doing that to you."

Two healthy hands against one injured one; the fight wouldn't be pretty. Empowered by her newfound courage, Melissa felt like all the grievances she'd swallowed came rushing out. "What are you even waiting for? Didn't you hear Frederick's words? Get lost! This ain't your office place." Fuming but speechless, Grace pointed a trembling finger at Melissa. It was a classic case of the bully getting a taste of their own medicine. When one person stood up to a jerk, it could inspire others to follow suit. That was exactly what happened in Team One of Timbergale Corporation. Witnessing Melissa, the perpetual target, finally roar back, everyone else who'd been on the receiving end of Grace's bullyin

I said and tried to stand up but the girls pressed me back down. I looked at Reagan to ask her what she wanted when I heard Jace's voice from behind. It was angry. I lifted my head to see him standing in front of me. He pushed Reagan out of the way and stared at me. What was he doing? I wondered. He turned back to Reagan who was standing, stunned. "Haven't I warned you to stop bullying her?" he snarled. I watched Reagan look helpless in front of him, stuttering. "I was just trying to warn her to stay away from you," she managed to say.

You see, the previous week, I'd mentioned wanting a phone because it was weird that I didn't have one yet. The expression on his face was the same as ever; blank....indecipherable, so I decided to give up on the idea. And when I got bullied at school and fought back, yes...he reached exactly like I thought he would, and it made me feel shitty, and frustrated that he would rather correct me on fighting in school, than tend to my injuries... But a few days later, my bullies gave me a sudden apology, asking desperately that I forgive them and claiming they would never bully me again. Apparently, their parents suddenly turned on them and threatened to take away their phone privileges if they did

For a second, I couldn’t even breath. “Watch out, Sheryl. Why I always found kissing the floor?” Jacob Hoffman, one of those bullies, taunted teasingly. I couldn’t retaliate because it would worsen the situation for me. One thing that I learned from all these bullies is that they don’t like people talking back to them. More you talk back, more they find a way to torment you. “Are you cursing us, Sheryl?” John Fisher, another bully, asked me in the same taunting tone, but I was in so much pain to even register what they were saying.

She asked me. I let out a deep breath, closed my eyes to calm my shaking nerves. They didn't know that I really hated bullies. I have learned from the past in the werewolf world. Many had tried to bully me but when my wolf appeared, I became stronger. I learned to fight. Those who dared to bully me, will definitely be punished. But now that I am here in the human world, where I have to keep my identity hidden, bullies cannot be prevented. “Just let me go. I am telling the three of you. You will never like it when I'm mad.”

"I'll make sure you pay for it." She let out a scream. "Roberto! Bosco! Hold her down!" Roberto and Bosco stepped forward, grabbing my arms from behind to hold me back. Laura lunged at me, slapping me across the face. Pain flared through me. Slap after slap rained down on me. She landed a dozen blows. Blood filled my mouth, and my ears rang. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth onto my collar while I pulled myself free. I pulled out my phone and dialed Aldo's number again.

I was devastated and afraid if the bullies will come back but what I’m more afraid if he’ll never come back. The bullies did come back but I know how to fight back now and I’m making friends that are good to me, and I’m doing excellent in school, that’s what matter to me even though he’s not by my side. But he came back, in high school. I was happy to see him again but he didn’t know me. He totally forgot me and day by day I watch as he become more famous to our school.

I supposed it was something he must have gotten used to by now, but it sent a jolt of fury through me. Ten years later, and he was still the same bully he was back in high school. Different title and different position but at the core, Grayson Vexley was still a fourteen-year-old boy sneering at kids younger and ‘lesser’ than him. And I would rather swallow acid than let him pull that shit with me again. “Of course, sir,” Blondie said, trying to sound calm but his voice came out too high-pitched and I tried not to cringe.