Husband Bully Novels & Stories

After making jest of Adrian for a few more minutes, I started to get exhausted. You got me! Yes, I did lie. I was no mean girl and I did not think that I had ever bullied any one before Adrian. My bullying of my husband, however, had a very perfectly reasonable explanation; I was only just giving back what he had done to me several times before. It was time for him to take a taste of his own medication.

He stepped forward, his presence so commanding that silence rippled through the room. Nicole scoffed, though her smirk faltered under the weight of his aura. “ If you were worth anything, she wouldn’t be breaking her back in some restaurant. Face it, Dominic. You’ve dressed yourself well, but a suit doesn’t make a beggar more than what he is.” “I work hard. That isn’t shameful.”Her eyes narrowed, but I pressed on. “Everyone here knows how you gossip about colleagues, how you form cliques and bully others.” I lifted my chin higher.I turned slightly, my gaze sliding to Dominic. “And as for my husband, you call him poor and a stray, but I’m happy with him. I don’t complain, and I don’t see how

I asked with a frown that he actually thought this was funny when I was hurting. "Do you know that I was so scared?" I asked him as he continued to muffle his chuckle. "I..I wasn't laughing at you, bullying is wrong it's Just that you look so cute when you're angry and I couldn't help but chuckle,I think I want to see this side of you more often..but not because of bullying". The simple word made the blush creep up to my face. What is up with this dude and always saying things out of the blue that really makes my heart flutter.

“We did not bully Lily,” said Granny Lyndon coldly. Darryl stared at Granny Lyndon and said, “Granny Lyndon, I used to respect you a lot. You support an entire family at such an old age. However, you casually said you did not bully my wife. Do you not feel guilty when you say these words? Let me ask you, have you ever given Lily a moment of comfort in your entire life? Everything you have done is either bullying her or giving her a hard time! Now, you don’t even care a bit for the relationship with your granddaughter for the sake of the family’s interest! I don’t see the need for such a family to exist!”

He shouts in my face. "I don't want a doll daughter. I never did. My wife wanted you around, not me! And guess what?… she is dead! Now try to minimize the fact you are a burden to me and stay off my part! As for Jeff, you are not always the Victim…bear with it! And don't cause any more trouble. Don't disturb me again… Now get out!" He says quickly shoving me away. Soon, I become accustomed to the bullying at home too.

“Your husband goes out every day for pack meetings and he sometimes returns late. He’s also got to be out there running some of the companies and overseeing the pack for its protection. If he’s not out there busy he’ll be in his study going through some files. “I don’t see how you’ll have a problem with bullying her when you’ll be at home with her. You could even kill her and term it an accident if you want.” “That would make him mad. I don’t want him mad at me. I’m already in so much trouble,” I sighed. “So what do you want to do?” “Possibly bully her. That seems like a more doable thing.” “Great. When do we start?” “We?” “You can’t possibly think I’ll let you have all the fun alone now did

I added, smiling smugly. "You fucking bitch," she snarled. "Dillan, do something. Stop her right now. Don't let her humiliate me and walk away with it. I won't allow it," she said, and this time she actually sounded hurt, genuinely hurt. It was almost funny, watching a bully suddenly discover she hated being on the receiving end. She looked at me like I'd crawled straight out of hell. Then she looked at her husband, searching his face for a way out, and found nothing there. His mind was clearly already made up.

He jeers, irking my actual glare to debunk the false smile and surface nefariously when he continues to bully Charles. “Yet, he never mentioned us?” He furthers and oppresses Charles more when he smirks, “I know you bring your night stands to the place we got you. Never knew you’ve upped your tastes now. Do you prefer married women now? Do they get you that turned on to fuck?” What did this bastard just say? I feel my hands roll into tight fists and my anger and that of my wolf begin to tumult evasively as I glare him to ashes. What audacity does he have to bully my mate and insult me?

he says, “you’ll regret it. You are not allowed to look at other men, especially my brother.” I try to pull away from him but I can’t. “Let go of me.” I struggle, but he grabs me. “You are my wife. “ he raises his voice, “Act like one.” “I’m not…” I begin when he suddenly grabs me really hard, kissing me. “No!” I try to push him away, but he is much stronger. “Let go of me!” I yell, struggling. “No!” I fight him, pushing him away from me as he is fording himself on me.

I can sense the gazes of the other guests fixed upon us, witnessing the display of dominance by my future husband. “Such a tough guy to bully a woman,” I mutter under my breath, unable to suppress my defiance. “What did you say?” he demands, his hold on my waist tightening. With a surge of confidence, I repeat my insult, making my voice clear and unwavering, “I called you a bully.” Mario’s lips contort into a twisted sneer as he leans in, his breath scalding my ear. “You will learn not to disrespect me. I can’t wait to break you and make you my whore.”