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

He calls me a freak because my peers once made fun of me. I have always seen demons. I always say that rabbits are playing with eared mushrooms. My friends just laugh at me, my sister feels sorry and she is also laughed at as a freak. Sister's anger towards me deepened. She was bullied because of me. He was called the brother of a freak so the kids thought he was a freak too. Grandfather consulted a doctor then my sister's anger toward me got worse and it reached the point of pain. Grandpa said that was not normal for a child.

I quickly flickered my eyes at him and gazed upon the most beautiful well-sculpted six-pack I have ever seen, I swallowed hard with my eyes wide open. "Did you say something?" I stuttered. "Yes, why do you let your sister bully you like that?" He questioned me with a stern poise on his face. "Oh that, I just let it be because the more I defend myself, the more aggressive they become, and now that they have confirmed I'm just an Omega, they'll torment me even more. Besides, they're stronger and bigger than me." I sighed softly in a muffled voice. "Is that so?!" Zach chuckled while scratching his head with his cheeks flushed.

he said. I was lying on the floor sideways with my eyes on my wife and constantly checking if Journey woke up. “We were just in college; my little sister grew up bullied for having a plus-size body. I never got to find out until our last years of college. She was rejected by her crush and got depressed. I couldn’t just watch my sister breakdown, so when I planned to take revenge because I always fight for my blood, she stopped me; she promised to be fine. I let it go, and she recovered; she never had her eyes on any man until you came along, until you manipulated her into falling for you. I can’t watch her break once again; I swore to take good care of her, and I plan to carry out my duties

To tackle her with everything I had. But I didn’t. I took my time, stepping forward, my voice quiet but sharp. “You’re Amy’s sister, aren’t you?” I circled her. “She loves bullying people. I see you take after her.” Bella stiffened. I stopped in front of her. “Tell her I’m not the same girl she humiliated at the ball.” She blinked in confusion. “Huh?” I smiled. Then, without hesitation, I drove my fist into her face.

I start to sob quietly, and now more than ever, the back of my eyelids burn with unshed tears. “My sister is not a bitch,” I say to myself. “You didn’t even know her,” I add, trying to comfort myself, and that’s when it strikes me. Kristy didn’t know my sister enough to hate her like that. She wasn’t her friend, but one thing I knew Kristy to be was a bully and a tormentor. She even said that it wasn’t personal, and it made sense now. Kristy said all of that just to make me back out of the maze games.

She told me. I shook my head. "You and your brother are both completely crazy!" I said and walked past them. "Hey, you! Don't think that this is over! You are going to hear from my dad! He's going to teach you a lesson! You hit me yesterday and now you're bullying my sister?! Just wait for what he's going to do to you!" Clinton said to me. I fixed my eyes on him. I noticed that he could not even hold my gaze after the beating that I gave to him yesterday.

"You know nothing about being a bitch. If you knew, then why do I have to teach you to fight back every time you complain to me about your crush bullying you by calling you a monster fat?" My sister scrunched her face but she regained herself as her eyes lit with an idea. "I know what you did last summer," she whispered cautiously and her eyes danced around as if there was someone listening to our own conversation. Like she was about to reveal that I really killed someone last summer. "Remember that guy?" she continued silently. "That guy you beat up." I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I remember. The guy who tried to molest you so I gave him a punch on his face and a kick on his butt."

But I was listening. I blinked. It just keeps getting worse. “They’re getting married,” she said, looking up at me. Her brown eyes were wide and pleading—impossible to ignore. “I hate to say this, but I do need your help, Liam.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and I couldn’t help but notice the small mole just beneath her jaw. I cleared my throat when the silence dragged on too long. “He dated you, cheated on you with your sister, and now he’s marrying her?” I rubbed my chin, letting that sink in. “Man’s a bigger asshole than I thought.”

He loves me wholeheartedly and has always showered me with gifts and treats to lift my spirits whenever I felt down. I believe Eloisa harbored jealousy towards this, as she would often mock me whenever our father indulged me with presents. Throughout my life, my sister was essentially the primary bully; she consistently sought to make me feel sad and cry, especially when our father reprimanded her because of me. She even went to the extent of dating every boy I had a crush on, purely to torment me, and she continues this behavior to this day.

Mom smiled happily. I couldn't still wrap my head around the fact that my dad was a bully in highschool. I mean dad was always calm and quiet and loving. I could remember when I told him about the neighbor who I think was stalking me and he told me he would give him a friendly greeting and I have never heard from that neighbor again. I see him but he never says anything bad to me. I can't even picture Dad being a bully; he is so timid. "Did you like the time you spent with Vincent?" Mom asked making me go silent for a while as I pondered on the question.