Dark Bully Romance Novels & Stories

Like the goddess had taken care to make mine especially miserable. First my best friend betrayed me, then I got mated to the one person I hate with every bone in my body, my dad finds out about my bullying and then a mysterious someone tells the whole pack I am mated to the alpha’s son, now I am officially a town clown. Could things get any worse. I let out a sharp exhale, throwing my hands on the window pane. Loose strands of hair covering my face. I took a peek inside the room to find my brush, that's when I heard it

I wasn’t skinny like a model now, but I wasn’t as heavy as I used to be in high school. "I’m sorry, you look very different. I didn’t recognize you," he admits, his gaze lingering on my face longer than necessary. "Alright, about high school, I am—" "I don’t want to talk about that. But I know you, and from this brief interaction, not much has really changed. Sure, now you don’t go around bullying people, but you still have that same superiority complex where no one except those in your status matters. As someone who has seen your worst side, take care of your daughter. She used to be a sweet girl, but now she is being disrespectful and misbehaving a lot. I’m sure something awful in your lif

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

They can only do anything unless he tells them, so she is excited to hurt me as I am here, in their playroom. "I never thought your little cutie girl could be here, Damon?" Theodore Brown walks in, looking at me like I am just a dirt and walks to the other side of the room, still staring at me. He is our pack's Gamma's son, one who doesn't initiate bullying anyone but when he starts, they are just considered dead because he is deadly among everyone in this room. He killed almost 4 people before and no one can recognize the dead people’s face because of the torture they went through by him. People call him a psychopath and I never even wanted to be in the same room as him, he is that scary.

2... Violent scenes ahead. Please, don't read if you can't take it. The author doesn't appreciate bullying. Thanks. ____________ A big cheesecake as that of the size of the table was placed on it. His name was perfectly written in its centre using an amazing font. Ryley seemed very happy, his girlfriend clung on his left arm as he stood with a knife, all ready to murder his cake. "Be quick bud, can't control the wolf inside of me. Just want to taste this bitch!" Yeoman, the other member of their Wild Wolves gang grumbled ogling at the cake.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"All you want is a bully... so I should keep up with the role, don't you think?" "Oh, Jayce." Lexi bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't love you because you're a bully. I love you because you took the time to find out what I liked about being bullied before doing anything to me. Because you took the time to get to know my friends and family. You even helped Edward because I asked you to. Those aren't the actions of a bully or a bad person. I mean, you're a bit rough sometimes, and while I enjoy that, I want to be with a person, not a monster."

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.

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

Zoya said. "Why only blonde?" Lena asked. "Isn't it obvious? Ivan's mother is blonde and she was a model. He's looking for variations of the woman he has and will always love." I didn't say a word but I was burning with jealousy. I wasn't Milo's type and he would never touch me. I was a far cry from the women he preferred. How could I compete with a woman who gave him a son? "I heard that he's rough in bed. He enjoys BDSM sex."