My Bully's Mom Novels & Stories

This could have turned ugly fast. Come to think of it, similar things have happened in the past. The pain of losing my mom. The horror of having my dad turn into a violent man in a matter of a few months. The burden of not being the oldest child but having to take care of Bailey, who can't find a decent man, while also making sure Bernie eats his food. It became too much, and...the bullying, the being mean...it took my edge off. It became a means to escape my own tragic life, and poor Emilie stood in the crossfire.

She could not bear it when someone bullied her. When she heard her mom’s concerned voice, Layla felt the tears that have dried up well in her eyes again. “So, someone did bully you? Quickly tell mommy who was it so that I can go and teach them a lesson.” Bella said as she hugged her daughter. “I saw Amelia today!” Layla spoke. Although her voice was almost a whisper, her mom still heard her clearly. “What?!”

He was gone. My mom gave me the look of 'you have a lot to explain young lady' and I wasn't ready for any of this. At home "Okay," Mom said as she closed the front door behind us, her voice way too casual to actually be casual. "So..." I dropped my bag next to the shoe rack, trying not to look like I was still short-circuting inside. Mom raised an eyebrow. "Is he bullying you," mom asked giving me a concerned look this time.

He then told his mother, “Mother, don’t say something like that. Don’t talk about your regrets or whatnot. Nothing will happen to you.” The old woman shook her head. It seemed like she had already expected this. “I know my own health. I’m happy that you brought her to see me today, but I need to tell you this. You aren’t allowed to bully her. You need to treat her well. Both of you need to be happy…” It became harder and harder for her to breathe normally. She quickly started panting. “Mother!” Ceylon was shocked. He immediately pressed the buzzer to call the doctor in. “Mother, stop talking. You’ll be alright!”

Mom smiled happily. I couldn't still wrap my head around the fact that my dad was a bully in highschool. I mean dad was always calm and quiet and loving. I could remember when I told him about the neighbor who I think was stalking me and he told me he would give him a friendly greeting and I have never heard from that neighbor again. I see him but he never says anything bad to me. I can't even picture Dad being a bully; he is so timid. "Did you like the time you spent with Vincent?" Mom asked making me go silent for a while as I pondered on the question.

I heard my mum call out, the door to my room opened and she stepped in. "Hi honey," she whispered, coming closer to me. "Mum," I whispered back. She hugged me and began to caress my back. I sucked in a breath and began to breathe through my mouth. "It is okay honey." She said calmly, I know she was bothered about me when she realized Erica will be attending Beverly Dale high school. When my mum found out about me being a victim of bullying, she has been overprotective of me since then. But I never told her Erica was the one who put the insects into my pants, though she later found out Erica was part of my bullies

She scoffed, no longer hiding her dislike of me. “She has a wolf.” Braxton defended me. Technically he wasn’t wrong, but that isn’t what his mother meant. “That is because my wolf hasn’t come forward yet.” I blurted out. His mother glared at me, looking as if she could and would eat me for breakfast. At first, I was nervous and ready to bolt at any second. That was until I remembered that I wasn’t the type to back down from a bully, which is exactly what she was.

"He must have bullied Mommy again . ." Remembering the last time Blaky Sudan tried to drive Kacy away, Robert Ovis became sad. Mommy was unhappy when she came back yesterday. It must be that bad guy who bullied Mommy again. If I had known it was a Sudan’s banquet, they would never have let Mommy go! At Mommy's party, he dares to attack Mommy, and at the Sudan's party, he's sure to bully her even more!

The kind of meal that warms the body and the soul. Whenever we gather like this, our dinners are filled with warmth. Not just from the food, but from lighthearted conversation and the comfort of family. But tonight, I feel tense. My heart is pounding. I want to tell them I’ve found my mate. I’m not sure how they’ll take it. But I can’t hide it anymore. “Ray, eat more. You probably won’t get beef steak like this over there. And the herbs—well, they’re our pack’s specialty.” My mother places a plate of beef steak in front of me.

Axel curled his fingers into a fist as he spoke. His eyes were a blazing amber. I was terrified. What if Axel decided to kill me right in the forest? What if he buried my body in the earth and left it to rot? Will I ever be found? What will they tell my mum? “But my mum didn't kill yours. She only got involved with your father and…” “And they rubbed their madness in my mum's face. They drove her to suicide. Your mother frustrated my mum. She took her place! I will never forgive her! Each time I see you, I am reminded of the pain my mother went through because of your mother,” he fired furiously.