Novel & Cerita My Bully Is In Love With Me

he asked, feeling bitter “I didn’t want to strain your relationship “Do you think I will let anyone bully you just because they think they are above everyone else? Let them try to make things difficult for you. I will deal with them without holding back,” he said angrily. I felt his love for me. The warmth that I felt in my heart was purest.

I admit and try to relax my body, but I can't, "What do you want?" "You uploaded some pictures of you in Cancun," he states. It's not a surprise that he stalks me, so I don't respond anything to that, "That's how I know you're back and safely in your cage. I want to see you." Not a single question, as usual. "I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullying, Dylan. I don't give a shit that you fucked my girlfriend, we're past that," I mutter and am about to hang up on him.

I had said it like a million times that he used to be my bully but right now I think it was more than being bullied and goodness to the goddess I overcame that. If truly he had a crush on me, once in his life, then he'd done that when he was bullying me?! How does that even make sense? How can you love someone yet treat them like shit? “That's a joke right?” “Nope.” He shook his head, still smirking as if this was supposed to be funny. This is serious! “How? When? Why?” “I don't know how it happened. Can't tell when it even started…perhaps when you turned 10? I had started wanting to look good for you. And I don't know why.”

"Do you remember the day I met you on the corn farm?" "Mhm.." "I started to fall in love with you that day. Because that was my first time seeing you and you're quite cute. Despite that, I rarely meet with people outside of my mansion. I tend to have a curiosity about how you normal people live, what kind of world you are in.." "Did you enjoy bullying me at that time?" "I did, but it's only for a temporary. What I want is actually your attention and love. But, seriously, Babe.. you are the hard one for me to tame."

He was the best lover, and he always gave me whatever I asked of him, but I never genuinely loved him. In high school, I bullied a lot of girls for him. I chased away a lot of girls. I wanted him to be all mine, and the idea of any girl going close to him irritated me a lot. He said nothing about the girls I bullied just a few times when I went too far that he complained. My parents were rich, so I always got out of every bully situation. After months of dating and the amount of girls I have bullied, everyone understood he was mine and they should steer clear.

"Haha, next time don't force me. I'll be even happier if you dance with me while undressing." "TSK you have nothing else to think about but toying with other people's bodies." He said. "I'm not doing that." "Really? You think I'm just a toy. What if you get fed up with my body. I'm sure you'll just throw me away." "I won't bore you. Not! Because you are the most delicious meal I've ever tasted." "You're a bully." "I'm just like this to only you. Can you blame me?" "Do you know how many women will cry because of this?"

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything.

Like he should. "I know I bully you most of the time" "Ahan, sometimes you really do some crazy things but I love them, each and every silly little thing you do" He caressed my face before placing a kiss on my head and nose. Aw, my fucking heart. Its melting. This handsome perfect loser.

“My heart, my soul, my body—they want you. Need you. You’re all I think about, Baylee. Your laugh. Your scent. Your voice. You’re the reason I breathe. The reason I eat. You’re my heart and the only star in my sky.” My world stills. My lungs forget how to work. “You’re… in love with me?” I whisper. “I’m so in love with you it’s killing me. I can’t be around you without touching you. I growl when I see you skipping meals. I go blind with jealousy every time some guy so much as looks at you. Every time they make you laugh or smile—it tears me apart because that’s my job. That’s mine.” He drops to his knees in front of me, broken. “Please, don’t shut me out again. Let me in. Let me stay. On the

Then he said, “You have five minutes. Start talking. I need to go back to sleep.” “Okay…" I didn't know what to say but I had to say something because that's why I was here so I started "I want to apologize for what I said yesterday. It came out wrong. But I won’t apologize for kissing you, Enzo. I know how that sounds, but hear me out. For years, I bullied you and made your life hell, not because I hated you, but because I envied you. You had everything figured out. You knew who you were, and you owned it. Me? I didn’t know anything. All I knew was how you made me feel, how my heart would race whenever I saw you, how jealous I’d get when other guys tried to approach you. I’ve always loved y