I'm Dating My Sister's Bully Novels & Stories

Their footsteps moved away down the corridor. I stood in the kitchen doorway with my tray of garnishes and the cold still on my hands from the cold store and I thought about what it meant that my sister, who had never once in twenty-three years been afraid of me, was now having someone assigned to monitor my movements two days before a northern Alpha arrived on Blackwood territory. She was afraid. She didn't know exactly what she was afraid of. But the fear was real and it was new and it had a shape that was pointed directly at me.

"It's not the first day you met your sister. She's just that temper. Don't take it to heart." "Your sister has bullied you all these years. You don't seem to have any opinion about her." Bright Santos smiled indifferently, "sister, that's not bullying me. If it weren't for her changing ways to toss me every day, I might be a little disabled with low self-esteem. She told me when I was a child that you might be lame and unstable when you grow up, but it doesn't matter. With your sister as a hooligan, you won't be bullied."

He was looking at Savannah with a mixture of lust and confidence. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she could easily guess that it was laced with flirtation. The confirmation came when Savannah leaned into the car, placing her lips over those of the meathead jock. They lingered there, giving anyone walking by a clear image of their tongues colliding into the other. Mia curled her lip and looked away. Great. Her new sister was dating her bully.

I didn’t know him well because he was fairly new, but I still knew what he looked like. I found him in the common area laughing with some friends. “She was so fucking hot on my cock. You really ought to give it a try sometime.” I saw red and went up to him to punch him in the face. He fell over and looked up at me in shock. “You piece of shit, you fucked my sister!” I growled viciously. “She’s just your stepsister, not your lover, calm down man.” He said. “I won’t calm down.” I swung at him again and ended up pounding him into the ground until several people had to pull me off of him.

He climbed each step as if he had conquered life. “Finally, I have a sister-in-law,” I mocked the egotistical guy. He paused and turned to me with questioning eyes. “Does she look like my type?” “Well, she sounded like it,” I shrugged, intending to annoy him. And it worked, because he looked irritated. “No, she just has the same hole I wanted, that’s all,” he bit out, each word sharp. Okay, now I really want to hit him. You’re a dick, I reminded him of what he really is.

“I don’t know you—” “You don’t?” He laughed, sharp and ugly, pressing the flat of the knife under my chin. The cold steel made me freeze. “My little sister, Lena. The one you bullied out of the school two years ago. You threw trash on her body, posted the video. Made the whole campus laugh at her. She dropped out because she couldn’t take the bullying anymore. My baby sister…ruined because of you and your fucking games.”

It’s no secret that I’m not very popular: I don’t even have friends, unlike my very popular sister. Everyone wants to hang out with her, especially the guys. This makes it possible for her to date to the right and left; meanwhile, I’ve never even had a boyfriend—something my more beautiful sister likes to remind me of. Still, I never expected her to bully me in front of Weston. “So, Weston,” my sister bats her eyelashes at him in a fashion that tells me she is into him. She even sinks her teeth into her lip. “Are you hanging out with my sister because you see her as a charity case?”

Even if that hobby was bully hunting—it was still less weird than figure painting, according to his peers at least. "Now, I just need to beat the crap out of you and make it look convincing," Damien said, eyes set on Jacob. There was something creepy about the way he said it. Something that worried Gordon. Damien, in many ways, was a lot scarier than Kai. 'But he's on my side,' Gordon reasoned. 'So it's all okay.' Without another word, Damien kicked Jacob in the face. Jacob shouted, staring angrily at the much taller, much bigger goth guy. "Hey I wasn—"

I managed to say. My plan had been to endure one more day, then leave this hellhole for good. But Laura had other ideas. She posted on Instagram: "My Painful Childhood - The Truth About My Sister's Bullying." I skimmed the post, every word a knife to the heart. "My whole life, I've lived in fear. My sister Alessia was jealous of the attention I got from our father, so she would bully and threaten me when no one was around... And her mother, the so-called 'political heiress,' used her family's power to steal my mother's fiancé, forcing my kind mother to accept a lesser role. Now her daughter is doing the same, pushing me into fountains, throwing me down stairs..."

"For this exact reason. Because I knew you would react this way, and I didn't need your protection. I was handling it on my own. " "Oh damn well, I would react this way! How else do you expect me to react when my sister is being bullied? And you seriously called that handling it? You could do way better. " He spats, and I shut my eyes to calm down my breathing. He's fucking pushing it, and I'm barely holding on any longer. "I'm not being bullied, Vincent. Stop being so fucking dramatic. " If he calls that bully, then he might as well call what his ex flings do, murder.