Diaper Bully Novels & Stories

******************* Dear Diary, I'VE BEEN BULLIED AGAIN! Mitchell's group keeps on pestering me! This time, they threw my things from the first floor and everything scattered on the ground. My phone screen broke and it was no longer usable! I'm getting tired from all of this. I am somewhat hoping that I could turn back time… time when I can walk around the campus without girls glaring at me.

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.

Once the child was settled and asleep, she opened the file the teacher had sent: the playground surveillance footage. In the video, three girls—each half a head taller than Dorothea—cornered her like hunters closing in on prey. The leader, a girl with a high ponytail, pointed aggressively at Dorothea's face, her mouth moving in what was clearly loud, taunting laughter. Though the video was silent, Avery could read the story in Dorothea's shrinking posture: systematic bullying and exclusion. The way her daughter's shoulders curved inward, how she tried to make herself smaller—Avery had seen that posture in trauma patients, never in her own child.

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.

Apart from sucking a bit of my blood and also forcefully pulling me onto her lap, she wouldn't do anything else. Her differential attitude toward me made others stop bullying me too much but because she wanted me to actively stay around her, serve her my blood voluntarily, and also become her lackey, which I vehemently refused, she would often ignore me, causing others to bully me as much as they want and she would only fight when she saw me injured or bleeding. I could get beaten, beaten to the extent that I would faint, but the bullies must make sure I didn't shed a bit of blood or Doe would directly suck out their blood until they lose their lives.

I was still too weak. Moving in with my grandmother was amazing. I finally made a few friends and enjoyed the rest of my last year of high school. I had studied hard and gotten into college and I was about to be in my last year. I decided to transfer to the pack college for my last year, I was ready now to face my bully.

“He’s furious with him. He never did settle their shit and all the lies. It’s been weighing on Anderson, Cruz too. The closer the date got to him coming back, the more uptight Cruz has been. He admitted yesterday he feels not only betrayed but like a fool. Despite the therapist working with us telling us, Cruz was so desperate for love and acceptance as a child following his mother’s death, and well, his father being his father, he would do anything to get someone to make him feel seen, he feels like a puppet. Even if it was another boy his own age and it included tormenting a person he actually liked, he feels he should have known better.” “He definitely should have.” Sloane agreed. “As the

I nodded. " I didn't mean to do that. It's just, I was so tired of the bullying. He smiled at me. " Some bullies deserve everything they get" he said before waving his hand over the liypad. It transformed back into my bully. She backed away from me and into him.

I smirk. “That's fucking crazy.” “That's not something someone should say after I got your bully off your back and also bought this hospital for you.”

It just happens to some people around here. And I gave her the little letter back, that was how our conversation began back and forth. Some people?? what did they do? what did you do? Apparently, nothing. they just find it fun you know. It's no big deal. they just find it fun? do you mean they actually bully people around here? does he bully you? no. Is that the reason you don't want to be seen with me? because you're being bullied and afraid you'll taint my image??