Falling For My Bully Novels & Stories

. “Watching my friends bully you over the years has been torture. Unable to defend you from them made me feel fucking worthless. And I'll say it again, I never asked them to bully you. I might be a coward but I'm not a psycho. I could never bully you, Carla. My feelings wouldn't let me…” Tears rolled down my eyes as I listened and watched him say those words. It wasn't as I fantasized. It was more. And my heart was flipping in joy, knowing Dawson might really be into me. For real. And it wasn't just me catching feelings. It wasn't one-sided. What are the chances? Who could ever imagine that a common Omega like me would be his fancy? It felt too good to be true. I was both excited a

I tell her, being careful not to let Ari fall. “When the rumor started, I was fucking livid because I had thought you had played me for a fool, here I was planning to make you mine when all you ever wanted was to climb the social ladder. I had been so fucking mad that the girl I had glimpsed had turned out to be vain. Even when I bullied, I still craved you and I hated myself more”

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

His secretary gave me a stern look. "What? Are you going for the trial week?" she asked. "Yes," I replied uncertainly. She laughed. "Good luck with that, girl," and she returned to her work. I began walking towards the elevator with my mind in a whirlwind. God, Spencer was super different from other guys. His gaze attracted me, it was alluring. Just seeing his body, his lips... Damn, I'm in trouble. As soon as I get home, I'll take a good cold shower. There, I've said it.

“Which is why I’m sitting here, staring at my reflection in this window like a tragic cliché.” “You’re not a cliché,” Sophie said. “You’re a girl trying her best not to fall for the one man she absolutely, one hundred percent should not fall for.” That earned a quiet snort from Maya. “I didn’t fall.” Sophie raised a brow. “I didn’t,” Maya repeated, weaker this time. “I just… tripped. A little.” They both laughed softly, though Maya’s was barely audible. Sophie’s tone softened again. “You’re allowed to feel things, Maya. Even complicated, confusing things. No one expects you to flip a switch just because he’s your boss. You’ve spent months beside him, watching the walls come down piece by pie

“Dr. Aldrich is an honorable man. One who would not say something without proof. Are you telling me that he was lying when he said that he saw them bully you more than once?” Shit! I shifted, still holding my cool. “No. All I am saying is that I cannot prove anything, Chief Rooney. All I know is that I fell; I cried for help, but nobody was there. They all just appeared when the damage was all done. That is all.” I lied boldly, but I was not doing this because I feared anyone.

A man who values devotion over a fleeing passion, and who would remain steadfast long after the initial thrill has passed. This Bob, well, he’ll likely get rid of himself as soon as he gets what he wants from her and it’s aching to watch my friend cry over his spoiled nuts later. But Yssa won’t listen to me, after all… We have different tastes in men. In her dictionary, I’m the ‘boring’ one. As to what they’re doing now. It’s indecent. “Excuse me,” I tap my friend’s shoulder twice after faking a cough. I have an entire speech prepared in my mind, but this time, I will keep it short.

“Thank you” He nodded again, looking at my face with concern. "Elara," he called me, "you don't have to pretend around me." My breath stopped for a second. "Pretend what?" "That you're okay." I bowed my head and started twisting my fingers in the blanket. “I don’t want to cry anymore.” “You are allowed to cry. You have been strong for too long.” His words really comforted me. I swallowed hard, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What if I fall apart completely.”

She crouched down, beginning to pick up the shards, her fingers trembling slightly now — not from fear, but from exhaustion finally catching up to her. And something else. Something heavier. Frustration. “Do it again.” “You’re late.” “Don’t fall behind.” Maria’s voice replayed in her head over and over until— Elena stopped. Her hand tightened around a piece of glass. Too tight. A sharp sting cut through her thoughts. She sucked in a breath, dropping the shard as a thin line of blood formed across her palm. For a moment— That was it. That was the breaking point. Elena sat back on the cold floor, staring at her hand, her breathing uneven now.

How I ended up trusting such a walking disaster of a man. "I am sorry, Hildah. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I shouldn't have allowed you get involved with the Humphrey’s. They are not good people. They only care about themselves. They are selfish and cruel. I am so sorry. I am sorry." I burst into more tears that might result in a banging headache. I didn’t care.