My Bully's Love Novels & Stories

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!

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. 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.

He hummed "I'm in love with you, i just really like you that I don't know why I was bullying you I just didn't want to accept the fact that I liked you" Vincent was so nervous and for the first time in my life I felt as if I had an upper hand and I burst out laughing. It wasn't as if what he was saying was funny or anything but because I just can't think straight so I thought laughing would be the best option at this point . Vincent likes me, my bully likes me. That was the most absurd thing I've ever had in my life.

It was as if she was not in control of her own senses. She even blushed. Not only hers but even his behaviour towards her was as weird. ‘Does he have feelings for me?’ She thought but instantly shook her head to remove the idea from her mind. ‘He is a bully Cara. You might be his next target' she told herself and even the idea of being the target of most vicious bully is dangerous.

“The reason I act this way is because it’s the only way you give me your attention. I don’t know if you can remember back in high school. The first day, I tried to talk to you, all you did was act like I wasn’t even there. But when I bullied you, you gave me all your attention. That’s why I act the way I act, to get your attention. Why I am telling you now is because I can’t see you with someone else. I can't see you cry. Seeing you cry just breaks all these walls I have built around my heart.” “Oh my God, you could have tried other ways besides bullying! Maybe ask me out on a date or something." I say in between tears, but these tears are tears of joy, not hatred. Because finally, I realise

Her brows furrowed, and her mouth fell open, as though she couldn't believe what just proceeded from my mouth. “Really? You call that love? You call bullying someone, loving that someone?” I nodded, which made her scoffed and roll her eyes. “Just tell me watermelons have wings and they can fly too.” “It's true, Meg.” She unfolded her arms, stretched them forward, and showed me how red, and sour they are, from arranging too many files. “Is this called showing of love?” she shook her head. “I doubt that.” “I'll be right back,” I said.

He continued in a sorrowful yet affectionate voice. How could he bully her and force her to be nice to him? Silvia was so mad that she widened her mouth and bit his chest. Since he had hurt her, she must make him feel the pain too. B*stard! How could he bully her like this and make her feel guilty? Silvia did not like the guilt that she was feeling for him so she kicked him. "B*stard, you can't bully me. Everyone else in the world can bully me, but not you!"

I explained and at that even the brothers standing behind her looked at me with sad eyes. “Honey, if you can already feel that I am your mother then call me ‘Mom’ and not Alpha Stone,” she chuckled and hugged me tighter. “I love you already, Mom,” I mumbled and suddenly all the heaviness in my heart and bitterness of being a bully faded away. My behaviour as a bully was for getting attention. But not Ryder’s attention. It was for a mother’s love !!! “Awww. I love you too, Sweetheart,” Mom replied and softly caressed my hair while keeping me in her embrace.

“And people hate when powerful men choose love.” He pulled me into a hug. I clung to him like a lifeline, feeling the tears soak through his shirt. “Think of them as bullies,” he whispered into my hair. “And bullies are easy to beat.” I nodded, though my chest still felt hollow. “Thank you.” He tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes. “I love you. No matter what they say.” “I love you too.” His fingers brushed my cheek. “Then we’ll get through this. Together.”

It doesn’t just make you strong, it makes you a bully. Lydia’s earlier words reverberated in my head and I knew in my heart that she would never be a bully. Call it gut instinct but I knew that Lydia didn’t have it in her to bully others for her own gain. But then, what was the real reason for Roy to shoot her? And why has that experience changed her so much?