Husbands Bully Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t deserve that.” This was his precious wife. He still felt like he hadn’t spoiled her enough. Why should Adrian get the luxury of being personally served by her? Adrian: “…” Seriously. Enough with this married-couple nonsense already. Bullying single people was one thing, but now they were humiliating him too?! Meanwhile, inwardly furious but outwardly obedient, Adrian quickly waved his hands. “No need, no need, sister-in-law. Just tell me where it is. I’ll pour it myself.”

Was that why that day she was seething in rage when Dorian had said all those words? I clenched my fist and turned my gaze to the couple. The husband was now landing slaps on her face and calling her bad luck, in front of a fucking hospital. I gritted my teeth, especially as his son began to stare at them, his eyes turning cold, full of malice. It made me know why he bullied others. Of course, he imitated his horrible father. "Let me go, you bastard!" the woman retorted, and I clapped my hands, gaining both of their attention.

"He said he was jealous of me with a boy from junior high last night, and it rubbed him the wrong way. So what does he do? He bullies me for four years instead of asking me out. I don't buy it. I think he is just a jerk, even if he did apologize." Cat glanced at him. "Did he trip you and stuff?" She didn't want to relive it really. "I don't know… tripped me, talked about me, told me nobody wanted me." Cat waved a fry around. "Classic 'I'm going to bully you because I like you' behavior. Typical. Hottie has the hots for you." "Drop it," Jane said, dragging it out. Cat chuckled. "There is an outdoor pep rally in a bit; want to come with me? Your shift doesn't start until four, right?"

Every time I laughed, his attention seemed to lock onto me like he couldn’t help it. And every time I started to relax, my stupid heart reminded me that this was the same boy who had hurt me less than twenty-four hours ago. “You’re gonna share a room when you’re married.” Mason tossed the comment out while moving a Monopoly house. “Buddy,” Beckett groaned for what had to be the fiftieth time that night, “that is not how this works.” Mason looked genuinely confused. “Then why do Mom and Dad share one?”

All the anger that I had been trying to hold inside of me exploded because, in the next minute, I lunged at Alfred, gripping him by the collar of the shirt while pushing him so hard that his back slammed against the wall. Pressing an arm to his neck, I growled. “What did you just say about my wife? What did you just call her?” A flicker of fear crossed his eyes before he chuckled, his tone sharp and taunting. “Why are you so worked up? Did you really think I called you here for some pointless business deal? I wanted to show you that all women are the same and I’m sick of hearing you boast about her.” I pressed my hand harder on his neck while a painful groan escaped him. “Go straight to the

Sasha took a deep breath and arched a brow, "You have two kids for him, is that correct?" I blinked, taken aback at her question, but seeing she was heading somewhere, I nodded affirmatively, "Um....yes?" "Good. Now, this man never believed you when you told him you were pregnant back then. Let's cross out the bullying part, and believe me, I respect your decision of wanting to forgive him for all he did. Yeah, he was a broken, poor boy then, but tell me, Sienna. Aside from marrying you against your will, what has he really done that didn't reflect his selfishness? Have you forgotten what his bitchy ex did to you? Tell me how a man who claims he wasn't in control of his actions, was still 'i

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."

It was mostly his friends who did the physical bullying, but sometimes Steve would intervene and stop them. He wasn't really a bad boy, just a teenager like me. Suddenly, Maggie interrupted us with a serious expression on her face. "Listen guys, I have to tell you something," she said, and we stopped to listen. "I found out who hurt you," she said, worry etched on her face. "It was Russia's most powerful mafia king, Sebastian Federico. His men are the ones who hurt you both." "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

the suddenly irate man roars in my face, making me grimace, and I do not want him to ever speak again. Yes, he is that kind that spits all over one’s face with each word. “What is happening here?” says a female voice. I slide to my right and meet a tall and neatly dressed blonde woman who looks like a successful lawyer. I can’t speak; I just gape at the confused woman. “Mom, that lady slapped Dad.” For heaven’s sake, he doesn’t only have a perfect wife but also a little child. Jerk. “Stay away from my husband, creep,” the woman warns sternly, grabbing her husband by the hand and deliberately bumping into my shoulder until I lose balance and am about to fall hard to the ground. But something

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.