Hey Arnold Bullies Novels & Stories

I hear a small voice from behind me. I turn just in time to see little Arnold Peterman running down the hall right behind me. Arnold is one of my students, well, former students after today, and is known as the class nerd. I hated the way he was bullied and spoke to his parents often about it, but they aren't necessarily the kind of folks that stop everything and help their children out.

Even though his maid could live in the dorm, he felt weird about it, and it would also be quite inconvenient. Monica rubbed his chin and wondered whether he might be able to get a house or an apartment, but when he was in deep thought, suddenly he heard Taneshima's voice. "What's with this midget?" "Do they let grade school kids work here?" Monica frowned when he saw a group of young men gathered around Taneshima and bullied her, but when he was about to help her, the rude manager scolded the middle-aged woman and said, "Sir!" The manager directly kicked the stomach of the young man and said, "Sir, violence is very problematic."

In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me? Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I was a girl. He still used all of his force. "Brandon!" He shouts. "Did you lose a bet or something?!" Brandon freezes before slowly putting me back down on the ground. I have no idea what could be going through his head. Despite this, I still hide behind him when Henry approaches us. Brandon glances down at me in return, and some emotion I can't

A lot of people might even think we were having a good time. In fact, I am being bullied by these mean ladies. They openly scorned me because they knew I couldn't respond. Shame and humiliation enveloped my mind, and I tried not to burst into tears at their terrifying sarcasm. "Have you eaten yet? I brought you some cake." Dominic's sudden appearance caused the smiles of the ladies to fade away. They hurriedly adjusted their clothes and stood up at the same time, greeting Dominic Arnold in a friendly manner. "You're so thoughtful, Mr. Arnold. We haven't eaten yet, thank you for your concern."

The C3 are the school well-known Bullies, They are Called the C3 because their names begin with the letter C and there are three in number. "Christine, Claudia, and Caroline." "They can get anything with just the snap of their fingers." They are treated like Queens. "Did I tell you they are rude and arrogant or should we say there are a spoilt brat." "You dare not talk to them rudely or you will have yourself be blamed at the end." "These same things applied to the Male bullies." "They are the DON." "Declan, Oliver, and Nathan." "They are the rudest, and they are a playboy as well"

"If you ever run into trouble you can't solve, show this. The entire armed forces have your back." Alessia gave me a small badge. "This badge makes you a Special Supervisor for the Supreme Court's Juvenile Division. You get to go after school bullies now." With arms full of gifts, I looked at their faces—each of them struggling to hold it together—and said softly, "I hope I get to be your younger brother in the next life too." All of their eyes reddened at once. Summoning every ounce of strength, they roared in unison, "We're going to find you and bring you home in the next life too."

Amber’s POV “H-He always bullies me,” I whispered, my voice remaining surprisingly calm despite the pain short-circuiting my brain. The principal frowned, folding his arms across his chest like this wasn’t something new. “That’s not a valid reason, Miss Darlington. I don’t think Alpha Mason is a bully,” he said strictly, as if his word was law in the pack’s school system.

“Even that so-called Demon Alpha wouldn’t intimidate me. I’m one of the top soldiers here—feared by everyone. You? You’re nothing.” “Feared?” Hunter smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed Arnold’s hand and pried it off his collar. Arnold winced at the strength in Hunter’s grip. “You’ve got guts—” Arnold started, then swung a punch at Hunter. The three soldiers watching nearly choked on their own breaths, knowing Arnold was clueless about who he was dealing with. Hunter didn’t flinch. He dodged the punch effortlessly, letting Arnold’s fist hit nothing but air.

"M-my high school b-bullies b-broke the first phone my g-grandmother bought for me and t-they promised to keep on breaking it if I got a n-new phone and so I never got a new one after that." "Those bullies really need to be taught a lesson" Lance commented while also making a mental note to inform Arthur about this. "Well don't worry, I'll pick the movie we'll watch and I guarantee that you'll enjoy it," Lance promised.

Her eyes narrowed into crescent moon, holding Arno's arm, waxy voice showed her demeanor, "My father often mentioned, grandpa Arno is a very powerful person, I did not expect, grandpa Arno is more perfect than I imagined." Grandpa Arno was praised by Yvette Hill, and laughed, "Yvette, if Aaron dares to bully you after marriage, you can tell your grandfather and I will back you up." "Thank you, Grandpa." Yvette Hill stuck out her tongue , then grandpa Arno's arm to go home. "Aaron brother will certainly not bully me, he is good to me." Aaron has been quietly looking at what happened in front of him, without any expression on his face. His beautiful face seems to come out of the painting.