Mark Fnaf Bully Novels & Stories

he declared. Seeing how there was no way Zhane would go without the teenagers being gone, they tried to drag the unconscious duo on the ground, failing miserably. While Zhane continued to glare at this, Mark came forth, grabbed Zhane’s hand and dragged him away from the scene. Zhane was perhaps harder to pull, but somehow it wasn’t this time anymore. It took a while for Zhane to get out of his trance to notice a worried Mark staring at him. “Those kids bully you?” Zhane asked in anger.

All I cared about was my mothers happiness, I just hoped she was making the right choice by getting married to him. “Don't worry Brielle, your mother is making the right choice, i'm not just saying it because he's rich. Your mom is an adult and she knows exactly what she wants, you have to trust her” Ryan said “I'm not worried about my mom, it's the family she's marrying into im worried about, davis son” I said “Why are you worried about his son? You already met him? Is he hot?” “His son is Mateo, Mateo caldwell, my ex bully”

Beckett stands so quickly his chair scrapes backward. “No fucking way.” I recognize him too. Older now. Different haircut. But the face is unmistakable. The person taking pictures of my humiliation freshman year wasn’t Amber. It wasn’t Bryce. It wasn’t Jamie. It was Tyler. Beckett’s cousin. And suddenly I understand why Jamie thought she was caught in the middle. Because Tyler hadn’t just known about the bullying. He had been there from the beginning.

"Ashley mentioned that a boy dropped you off the other day?" Mom asked breaking the silence, I almost choked on the food i was chewing, I shot Ashley an accusing look which she returned with a smirk "You don't need to look like that, you're going to turn eighteen in a few weeks, I'm just bothered that you have very little social life , you barely even hang out with your friends these days is everything okay with you?" I wanted to tell her that i wasn't, that I have a cruel ,sick manipulative bully who just wouldn't stop but I didn't, instead I replied with a slight smile

an outer disciple commented on the uncommon duo, one small boy and a giant fat boy. "What are you doing here, Little Porky Tiny Slim? Are you ready for a beating again?" three students blocked the way of Maru. "I'm just going with my friend here. Maru is lost and I don't want him getting into trouble with anyone. Please just let us pass." Tiny Slim trembled along with his fat cheeks. He was used to being bullied around as every student who saw his gigantic figure of 6 feet tall would laugh at him as if he was an emotionless statue. They knew that he was afraid of fighting back and took the ridicule silently within his young heart.

I made my way into the room as I caught a glance of him feeding strawberries to a slim faired lady dressed almost half naked while she sat on his thighs making slow lap dances. A sting of jealousy went through me as I moved towards him. “Get off you bitch” I said as I pushed her away from his lap making her loose balance and hitting the floor. “Wha— I made sure he made no further sound as I slapped him hard across the face. He stood up abruptly looking so surprised but I was filled with enough blinding rage to even flinch. “How dare you slap me, Elena Montgomery!” He roared. “It’s Elena Silverton in case you forgot, have you no shame?” I said breaking down as I looked around the room.

Finally, I tasted his cum as he shot his load in my mouth He pulled out with a grin and then I heard laughter. Some of Ashton’s buddies came out from the shadows and were cackling. “She really is a cock slut!” One of them said. “You look so good with dick in your mouth, baby. Do you want to suck me next?” Another wolf taunted as he grabbed his crotch. I stood up with tears in my eyes and ran out of the room. Ashton always bullied me, but I didn’t realize he’d be so cruel!

They can only do anything unless he tells them, so she is excited to hurt me as I am here, in their playroom. "I never thought your little cutie girl could be here, Damon?" Theodore Brown walks in, looking at me like I am just a dirt and walks to the other side of the room, still staring at me. He is our pack's Gamma's son, one who doesn't initiate bullying anyone but when he starts, they are just considered dead because he is deadly among everyone in this room. He killed almost 4 people before and no one can recognize the dead people’s face because of the torture they went through by him. People call him a psychopath and I never even wanted to be in the same room as him, he is that scary.

《Just let it go. 《They are pathetic bullies. They deserve teeth, not silence.》 I force my wolf’s rage down and kneel in the dirt to collect the scattered bottles. The ground is hot against my bare knees. I reach for a plastic bottle rolling near the girl's shoe. She shifts her foot, lightly kicking dust over my fingers. I bite the inside of my cheek and grab the bottle anyway. Kael finishes his drill and turns toward the commotion. He wipes a towel across his neck. He watches me scramble in the dust. He does not stop the girls. He does not reprimand them. He just stares at me with a dark, arrogant amusement.

he cursed, snapping upright on the bed. He was a man in his early thirties, short and stocky, with a lecherous face and a height barely over 165 cm. According to the records, his name was Gregory Markle, 31 years old—but pre-apocalypse occupation? Unknown. It didn't matter. Shock and fear crossed his face, but within five seconds, they gave way to a twisted, gleeful expression. He laughed, and as he clenched his fists, thousands—maybe tens of thousands—of metal needles erupted from his body, each over a foot long.