Loud House Bully Novels & Stories

[Lily] As he holds me tightly to his chest, I feel safe, even though my brain says that I shouldn’t. My brain is smart, but my heart is an idiot. So, to appease the worn parts of me, I keep my eyes open while I take comfort in how it feels to have his arms wrapped around me. I am, after all, only human. And although he is a complete and total bully and a complete jerk, right now, he is treating me with so much tenderness and care that I don’t know what to think.

"I am so sorry, see what they have done to you." Cassandra sighed and rolled her eyes. "I am fine. Let's sit." They went back to the table and sat down. Lucia sat on the chair Bully just stood up from, still holding Cassandra's hands in hers. She glanced over at Bully who was standing by the window, staring intently at them. "I feel nervous talking to you with him looking at us like that," Lucia mumbled. Cassandra leaned closer. "He doesn't bite. Carry on with your discussion, as long as he let you in, he won't do anything to harm you. He is like a dog; he bites only when he receives instructions to."

The hounds followed, huddled closely around their feet. “Good boy,” Lily said, petting one after another. “Good, Nola.” Nola stand a little taller. Shelly still resented him, but anthony could live with that, especially given how vigilant the Jack Russell was. As far as guard hounds go, air-headed Boris left a lot to be desired, but even he was alert. “Most things will be fine,” Lily said, reassuring the hounds. “Most things will be okay.” anthony set his shoulders straighter. God, he sure hoped so.

Amanda smiled into the phone. She picked up a packet of potato chips lieing in the kitchen cupboard. As she made her way back to the living room, her favorite movie was just ending. "There's a new guy in our school and from what I heard, he's hot." Emily screeched. "Uhhh sorry to burst your excitement Emily but have you forgotten that we're targets for bullies, what makes you think this boy wouldn't be one of them." Amanda said. "Oh no, I don't think so. Ian and his gangs are total douchebags but I have a feeling that this new guys wouldn't be like that. I just know it." Emily said.

“No. I’m trying real hard. By the way, thanks for the tech gig, I’m working the eight o’clock shift tomorrow.” Lizzy gave him a brief nod. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to this beef bazooka in private.” Curtis snickered as the two boys ambled away. Johnny folded his arms. “Beef bazooka, really?” Lizzy knelt down and tethered the pooch’s leash to the table leg. “I was going for Hulk Hogan, but that seemed mean, even coming from me.”

It is sick because I shouldn't be feeling this way about my bully, someone who gets off from bullying me, for making sure that I am messed up. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He pushed his hands inside his jeans trousers and smiled at me. He. Really. Smiled. At. Me! I couldn't believe it. He has never smiled at me before he either smirked or glared at me but never smiled so I don't understand what made him smile. "I was driving pass and I saw you working like a messed up teenager so I stopped to know what's going on with you why are you so lost?" He asked me.

He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time. “What does it take to tame a tongue,” Emelda said rather jovially. “Abduct me,” Donald said, smiling. “And then what?” “Keep me away from everyone” “And then what?” “Eeeh?” “And then what?” “Starve my tongue” “Meaning?” “Give me no food nor words to chew on?” “Can a prince endure hunger?” Emelda couldn’t hold her laughter. Who loved food more than Donald? His mother spoilt him with food, he had told her.

"Did you not get what I said? Smoked ham isn't the same as honey-glazed. I told you to make a honey-glazed ham, so do it. What's with all the questions?" She only said a few words, but it felt like she had turned into someone else entirely. Just moments ago, she had been so warm and kind. Now, she was practically unrecognizable. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one had ever spoken to me like that before! I shot a furious look at Wayne. He gently squeezed my hand, trying to calm me down. "Mel made dishes without pickles, Mom," he said. "And look, we do have ham on the table. It's Christmas Eve. Let's just eat."

Don’t call me a drama queen; growing up with a bully would change anyone. “No, hell no. What?” He seems terrified and off guard, stumbling over his words. “Kayla says you left it with her.” My face scrunches up, and I hold out my palm. “Can I have my property back?” “If only you’ll hear me out,” he refuses, shoving the phone back into his jacket. Seriously? Is he crazy? Or maybe he doesn’t understand words anymore? I wouldn’t blame him, given that he’s now with a brainless bitch.

"That's why I wasn't at school yesterday. I came home from that party, from Crew threatening me, and my mom was there with Richard Ashford. And she told me they're getting married." I tell them everything. About walking into my apartment to find Richard at our dinner table. About my mom being so happy, glowing in a way I haven't seen since before Dad died. About moving into the mansion and seeing Crew's face when he realized I was invading his territory. About his cold "welcome to hell" at dinner. When I finish, Ruby is staring at me with her mouth open. "This is crazy," she finally says. "Like, actually insane. Your bully is now your stepbrother."