My Highschool Bully Novels & Stories

I took the books and arranged it for them and said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't see… Harry?" It's Harry Williams. The bully who bullied and liked me in my high school. What is he doing here? "Bella…" he gave surprised expression like me. "I… I got a class to attend. See ya later." And left for my class. In the classroom, When I came to the class, Ms Greta hadn't come to the class yet. I walked to my place breathing calmly. Jose teased me, "It must be one of your lucky days." "I don't think so. I just met my high school bully on my way here."

His childhood is boring as hell, then. “Maria and I are really close, one time when we were walking in the cafeteria when we were in high school. One of the boys is harassing her, and I can’t help myself seeing that. I hate to see someone bullying her. So, I rushed towards him and punched the hell out of him. His nose bled, and he ran away like a coward.” I giggled after I said that. My childhood has never been boring.

won by our school hockey team. I dragged my feet across the hallway, enjoying the solitude and emptiness it held. If I would experience this kind of silence in school everyday, I wouldn't have my mom yelling over my ears to get ready for school. This was senior year but I still hated highschool. Was it because I'd been bullied constantly? Or because… I sighed and ran my hand over my neck before entering my class. My feet suddenly froze at the door and my breath hitched when I perceived a scent. I slowly lifted my eyes towards the last rows of seats and saw him. Ralph Levinson, the master bully of the school and a never ending nightmare. I felt my belly knot in fear and horror and my pa

I pressed on and he sighed. “Alright… I uhm. I used to be a bully in school…” he said and I smiled. “Like the good bully or bad bully?” I asked, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “What the heck is good bully?” “The kind of one you do to someone who's so dumb..you know what I'm talking about right?” “Alright ... .I was a bad bully who almost killed a boy who was on scholarship in our school…And now the video was sent to me, not only that....I didn’t know someone would release it publicly,” Vincenzo continued, his voice low and tense.

"I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy" "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that i just- My parents would care. I'd be shunned" his eyes glance around, likely keeping an eye out for his football friends. "I get it" I whisper, nodding. "See you at our spot?" he asks, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Of course" I nod, and then I'm heading to class. I feel sick to my stomach. — "You're even more irritating than I thought" I mumble, writing down some ideas for our project. Mrs. Lowey is my favorite teacher, and her class is one of my favorites. She teaches biology. Our project is to study a wild animal.

A silent scoff escaped my lips, and just when I took a quick glance, it was no other than my nemesis. I didn't need to blink twice, I knew him. Leonardo Ricci, the Alpha who didn't just reject me as his mate but bullied me throughout high school. It was as if time stopped as the event of the past clouded my mind in no minute like an instant tornado. I felt my body tingle, and a quick shiver ran through my spine. A feeling of dread tore up my insides when I remembered who it was. There were few things I hated in my twenty four years of living, and on the top of that list was no other than the man towering over me.

As soon as Ryan sprinted out of class, the bell rang. The bell always signified the beginning of my misery because the bully would be waiting for me. Vince would haunt me down in all the corridors and wouldn't rest until my life was miserable. I gathered my books and half ran out of the classroom. Today if I was lucky enough, I would escape and go home without running into the bully. Laughter and snickering filled my ears as I hurried my pace. Everyone in Maslow high school knew that if they were having a bad day, all they needed to do was poke my nose or watch me walk so they could laugh.

I thought my life would get better, but maybe I shouldn't have expected too much from a freaking high school bully. Just after he made me come with a gasp, we heard a loud bang.

“If you were to announce to everyone that you were Uncle James’s adopted daughter, those bitches wouldn’t have bullied you.” Sakura knew whom Mary was referring to. Those bitches were their ex-classmates from high school, Kate Anderson, the hot cheerleader, and her throng of worshipers. “They’d still bully me anyway,” Sakura said, her mind flashing back to those times in high school. It had been tough and very unpleasant—especially if you got picked on your first day by the prettiest and most influential girl in the school.