My Secret My Bully Novelas e Histórias

"Don't bully me." Sharp teeth pinch my skin, not piercing enough to hurt me, but they connect with a nerve that resonates through me. My knees weaken, and I might have started leaking through my panties, which would be embarrassing as fuck. I hold his arm for balance. It's becoming hard to stop my body from squirming, baiting the hardness in his pants that's prodding my back. My breath might be the loudest sound in the room, but my heart is the loudest in my ears. "Caleb suggested," I squeak through my dry throat when I explain.

He knew what he was about to reveal was a secret that he had never shared with anyone besides his parents and Ethan. The shame weighed heavily on him as he prepared to expose his vulnerability to Scarlet. Scarlet’s concern deepened as he hesitated to reply. She studied him intently, her mind racing with possibilities of what he could be finding so difficult to share. “I’m listening. Tell me the real reason you came here today.” His breath caught in his throat as he mustered the courage to speak. His voice quivered slightly as he began to unravel the truth. “The reason I was in that car is because I was being beaten and tortured by Henry and his friends, and that night, they planned to take m

“I don’t play games.” “Okay.” “But…” He sighed softly. “If someone tries to mess with you, tell me. I hate bullies.” My chest warmed a bit. “Thanks.” “Just don’t make trouble. Keep your head down. And remember,” he paused, like he was about to tell me the biggest secret of his life, “people here notice everything.” Oh. Great. Perfect for a girl pretending to be a boy. No pressure at all. I began unpacking as Zayn stretched and lay back.

He felt exposed, seen. Over time, these encounters became the new rhythm of Peter’s school life. Jay didn't challenge him. He didn't try to "fix" him. He just existed, a quiet, persistent force of kindness that chipped away at the foundation of Peter's anger. Peter found himself unconsciously adjusting his route to catch a glimpse of Jay, his dark world slowly being infiltrated by a little bit of light. He was still the school bully, but now, he was a bully with a secret. A secret that felt less like a weakness and more like a quiet, unsettling hope.

I wasn’t going to do that anymore. So I hosted a group call. I apologized. And then I told them everything. I mean everything — even the things I had yet to admit to myself. Like how I think I had a crush on him. Crush. I had never used that word before. But the moment it left my throat, I believed it. I knew it was real. “Oh my goodness, it’s the typical bully and his crush. I have read and watched everything in that trope, so cute,” Henry squealed.

I locked myself in the farthest stall and slid down until I was sitting on the closed lid. With shaky fingers, I typed back. Riley: Who are you? Delete that right now. This is fucked up. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: Someone who knows exactly what a dirty little secret you’ve been hiding. Bunny. I stared at the screen. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes My life was flashing before me: the group chats exploding, my parents finding out, Jake of all people laughing his arrogant ass off if it ever reached him. He’d never let me live it down.

My fingers curl into fists. This. This is why I don’t try. This is why I wear the hoodies. This is why I hide. Because the second I don’t, this happens. The second people notice, they decide they’re entitled to an opinion. And suddenly your body belongs to everyone. “Didn’t think you had that living in your house, bro.” A few guys laugh harder. “What, you keeping secrets now?” The laughter echoes down the hallway. Each laugh feels like a tiny cut. Small on its own.

I knew deep down in my heart she was going to be mine. But I had to fuck it all up when I start bullying her. I would always treat her like shit. I would trip her when she was walking every chance I got. I would pull her down and knock her books out of her hand. I sighed and thought what an asshole I had been to her. She never did anything to me. I need a smoke. I have not smoked for a while. I grabbed the secret cigarette I had hiding inside my BMW. I got it out earlier. I didn’t know I would need it, so I took it out, and now it's in my pocket.

, He said with angry smirked, I cried like a baby, I am useless that is why they left, I know I was the cause. " Are you ready to go or you want another slap", He said raising his hands up to strike , I hurriedly stood up and laughter filled my ears, I looked down still crying, I have stopped feeling embarrassed at the way they do bully me since two years ago . " When you get out of the school gate, turn left and cross, you will meet a guy in a red top and blue trouser , he will give you a small parcel , hide it well and bring it immediately " , he said, I nod and walked out of the class .

My home is not here but somehow I have to be here. I wish I could tell him everything but I couldn't. How could I tell him that I'm here to murder my highschool bullies? He would definitely try to interfere. And I want this all to myself. "No, Do-" "For the millionth time, call me Tobias." He said. Yes he always wanted me to call him by his name. "Ok, Tobias. I didn't run away to enjoy my past home. I only have one home and that with the mafia. It's the only place I could call home." I finished and his eyes gave a look around us and his cold dangerous aura returned after he spotted something behind me.