Novel & Cerita Mark Fnaf Bully

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?

In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me? Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I was a girl. He still used all of his force. "Brandon!" He shouts. "Did you lose a bet or something?!" Brandon freezes before slowly putting me back down on the ground. I have no idea what could be going through his head. Despite this, I still hide behind him when Henry approaches us. Brandon glances down at me in return, and some emotion I can't

Fuck… The bully looked at me from head to toe before smirking. "Huh, a newbie? Well, I didn't expect it to be you…" he said, approaching me. I stood silent and terrified, realizing his clothes were really branded. Double fuck! The bully cornered me against a table, before low-key chuckling. I hitched when he poked my breast and brought his mouth close to my ear, saying, "But you know, although you're ugly… You have big breasts. Why don't you let me suck and then I'll let you go…"

They laugh when for sure you don't see any reason that you see. ” I don't know about that ?” I challenge him back wondering where I have got that acidity to even talk back to him like that. All those times that he has bullied me, all that I do is to look on and cry out. However during the holiday I tried to make myself stop crying over him and that is what am doing right now “ When don't you give the girl her fucking Peace? ” we are both startled by a sudden Famine voice Behind us making the all of turn to see who is that. .

"You don't know! He's a pretty crazy guy….Mark the butcher..remember… a blond-haired guy with a muscular build and a tattoo on his neck. Stay away from him!” “Aye…aye…boss!”