From Bullies To My Protectors Novels & Stories

He shouted at me, I could taste my blood because of the wound on my lip caused by his slap. I was surprised when he suddenly tore the blouse I was wearing. I was only wearing a shirt and I could see the anger in the eyes of our animals. Don't you ever cry, Sabrina! Don't show that you are weak! They are not the ones who can knock you down, Sabrina! Not many will finish me. I am the daughter of the most respected Mafia Boss in the past, and I am being protected by the Mafia Boss with the highest position. I shouldn't be afraid.

She protected me, so she's my boss. Hearing that, Ambrose held Larissa's hands. He felt sorry for her. He imagined young Larissa, who was also a young child, to have had to stand up against bigger, stronger kids. She even chased them away to protect her friends. Ambrose wished that he could've met Larissa earlier. Then, he would've protected her from getting bullied. Larissa smiled sweetly at Ambrose and said, "It's all in the past." Zayn absent-mindedly said, "When the kids bullied us again, we were lucky that Mr. Gale protected us …"

“That’s why I’m apologizing. From today, I promise, I won’t bully you again.” I laughed dryly. “So this is your angle? Manipulating me?” “No, that’s not what I mean. Look, you’re cute, too cute for your own good, honestly. It’s kinda normal for people like you to get bullied. But if you stick with me, I’ll make sure it stops. All of it, the bullying, the taunting, the pranks. I’ll protect you.” My disbelief hit its peak. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The bullies went down like dominoes, their arrogance shattered by Tristan’s unexpected ferocity. A twisted sense of pride swelled within me. He could handle himself. He was strong, resourceful, and capable. He didn’t need me to protect him. But that didn’t stop the surge of protectiveness that threatened to overwhelm me. He was mine, damn it, and no one, no one, was allowed to touch him. Just as Tristan was making his way to the exit, one of the men, the largest of the group, scrambled to his feet. He picked up a heavy weight bar and swung it with brutal force, catching Tristan off guard and hitting him in the a bit lower in the back of the head.

"I didn't stop the bullying, but I can stop it now. I'll protect you, with my life if I have to." I didn't want to admit it, but his words did something to me, it stirred something. I felt warm, like a part of me was healed, like a tiny bit of the weight in my heart had lifted. I held so much resentment and anger towards him, towards my past, my bullying, but seeing him here, apologising with sincerity, pledging his loyalty with determination, it healed something in me. He brought his right hand and fisted it against the left side of his chest. "I will protect you. As my Luna and friend."

She is just standing there before them, helplessly and also looking down at the ground where multiple stainless trays and cups are scattered around her. Fuck this. Those two cunty, worthless, pieces of shits are obviously bullying that girl, and anyone with eyes can clearly see it. Even a blind person can feel the braille of it on their skin. I pick up more pace as my flipflops slap against the ground. Passionately, I hate bullies so deeply that I can kill them. I always protected my baby brother against bullies from rogue packs that dared tried to hurt him. On one occasion, I madly broke one's arm and stripped his companion butt naked.

"D o ... n o t... b e... s c a r e d. I ... m a y... n o t... b e... a l l o w e d... t o... i n t e r f e r e... i n... y o u r... l i f e... b u t.. I ...w i l l... p r o t e c t... y o u... u n t i l... y o u r... P r o t e c t o r... c o m e s..." "My protector...?"

"When I found out you were actually gone, it felt like my life ended. I know that sounds insane. I know I don't get to say things like that after everything I did to you. But it's true." "Jace, you don't have to...." "I do. I need to say this." His eyes were wet now, bright in the low light from the window. "I bullied you for three years. I let my friends do it too, and I never once stopped them, and I told myself it was just jokes, that it didn't actually mean anything, because if I let myself think about what it actually meant I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." "Jace...."

~ARIELLA~ I saw a man staring at me weirdly while I was still gripped by fear as I looked at my angry mate, who was being held by the man. When he said, "Lock him up, he's a rapist," I couldn't help but feel safe for the first time in a long time. Never did I think someone would stand up to my bullies one day. I never thought I would be protected from any of them, but standing here, watching my mate punch and beat Dante up so mercilessly, seemed soothing.

I stared at him, words clotting in my throat. The realization hit like a sucker punch—he’d been protecting me. It made no sense. This was the same boy who’d made my life hell, who’d smirked while I cried. “Why?” He swallowed hard, then dropped his hand. “I don’t know Rosalie, I can’t help it.” “But you bullied me…” “That was in the beginning…” He turned away, raking his fingers through his hair. “It’s fucked up, I’m fucked up.”