Mark Fnaf Bully Novels & Stories

Dylan said stressing the word ' AWAY '. "I don't think I can do that Bunny and I are cool with each other , don't you see that we look good together ? " Mark respond and grinned. All the students in the cafeteria felt the temperature of the cafeteria dropped , Dylan became more angry and everybody were feeling the tension between them. "Is Mark mad why would he say that ? " Dennis mumbled to Vincent who was beside him. "We both know how he is , he is a crazy psychopath and Like's to get on people's nerves " Vincent said back.

“You are a bully!” “Well, I am.” Mark did not think it was a problem. He looked at her angry face. “You may bully me, though.” “Are you making fun of me?” Summer glared at him. She knew that not everyone could bully him—only those who were at his level. A wave of fury crashed through her, her face flushing as red as an apple. But Mark just looked at her. He then fished out a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. It shimmered brightly. “You really want the baby?”

Unfortunately, coming from Jace, it felt suspicious. Ezra crossed his arms. “We can discuss it in class.” “We have class in three hours.” “So?” For a second, annoyance flashed across Jace’s face. The reaction was strangely satisfying. Before either of them could continue, Mason appeared. Mason Carter was Jace’s best friend and one of the few people in school who occasionally looked uncomfortable when the bullying started. Occasionally. Not often enough. “Are you two flirting again?” Mason asked. Several football players burst out laughing.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

He, Who is the reason behind everything, that mastermind would have come to help me really! I felt like laughing my heart out and obviously clear the misunderstanding dadda has that Ryley would have been my saviour. Ohh that I could tell him, that bastard is none other than Ryley Shine, the bully bastard who does that to me and to all the students in the school.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

I froze. A tall naked man was standing in the kitchen with a towel casually thrown over his neck. My eyes went straight to his huge cock, then up his sculpted chest, and finally to his face. “Not again,” I gasped. It was Kaelen Steele. My bully, arch nemesis and worst enemy since I was six years old and he called me ‘ugly duckling’ and threw me in a puddle. He turned to me, wide eyed and stared for a full minute, his mouth opened in surprise, clearly as astonished as I was.

For years she taught me how to control them so I can't hurt people around me. For years I've kept that control, never letting lose. But with Marco running his mouth like he's got nothing better to do, I feel the threads holding that control together snapping one after the other. “Marco,” I say, calmly, my voice trembling, “I’ve had enough of your crap. Can you please leave?” The bully laughs again, leaning closer, his face just inches from mine. “Or what, freak? You’ll magic me into a puddle? Hah!”

He didn't seem at all like he wasn't. “Taylor, I get cranky when I'm in pain. You make me feel better.” His voice got deeper, darker. “Don't make me undress you myself.” He held my gaze with his dark eyes, the wasn't a hint of bluffing in the look. I huffed. ‘Damn it. Once a Bully, always a bully.” “Fine.”

Quite familiar ones, actually. Tall, lean, ripped—because he was fucking shirtless—and standing there was Liam Carter. My high school bully. How the fuck was he here?