My Secret My Bully Novels & Stories

I felt a sudden wave of relief wash over me. He would stop all this and I’d be safe for now. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. This was clear bullying—there was no way he would ignore it. “I think I forgot something in the teachers’ room. I’ll be back, class. Try to keep decorum,” he said to my dismay, then walked out. Kade and Cassian immediately turned toward me. Kade gave me a knowing look, as if telling me: “there’s no one willing to save me,”

"Just talking." Max's eyes narrowed, flicking between us. "Looks like more than talking. Be careful, man. Family stuff like this? It blows up fast." He walked off. Hours later, my phone buzzed: Max's text. "I know your secret. Tell them or I will?"

She was not sure of herself and was scared. We had already arrived at the hallways and had almost arrived at our room, when Sienna and a girl stopped in front of us. The girl was always with her and I had found out that her name was Molly. Sienna was trouble. A bully. She went around parading herself all because her father was rich. So she was very sure that she was going to get chosen. So she repeatedly bullied other girls and kept rubbing it in their faces. As for me, I was very particular that Sienna did not like me. I could see it in her eyes from the way she looked at me.

My ridiculous high-school crush. The man whose posters had once covered the inside of my bedroom closet. I had spent years watching him play. I knew his statistics better than I knew my own. I had celebrated his goals. Defended him during arguments with my friends. Once, when I was sixteen, I’d even written his name in the margins of my biology notebook. Mrs. Emilia Hayes. I had been sixteen. I blamed hormones. But still… He was standing twenty feet away from me. In Leo Vance’s house.

“It’s not my story to hand you just because he’s trying to scare me into handing it over.” “I’m not asking you to hand me anything. I’m asking you not to let him decide when I learn it.” She sat back, arms crossed, watching him carefully. “There’s a difference between keeping someone’s secret and letting a bully use it as a weapon against you.” He didn’t answer right away. His phone buzzed again in his hand a second message, and she saw his knuckles whiten around it before he even turned the screen toward her. Hale: Marco’s not as loyal as you think. He already talked to my guy on the paper. Ask him what he said.

I came multiple times, sobbing his name, hating him, loving him, lost in the obsession that consumed us both. After, lying in his arms as the sun set, I traced the scar on his hand. “No more secrets,” I whispered. “No more,” he promised. But as we fell asleep, my phone lit up one final time on the nightstand. *One last video. The real reason he bullied you. Watch it.* The war wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

"I am serious. Don't talk about her like that." "Okay, okay. Calm down." Jake pushed off the tree. Studied me with those sharp eyes. "What is going on, Nate? You have been acting weird for weeks. Skipping parties. Ditching us. And now you are getting protective over some random girl you used to bully." "She is not random." "Then what is she?" I clenched my fists. Tried to control the wolf that wanted to defend its mate. But I was losing the battle. The secret was eating me alive and I was tired of carrying it alone.

However, I can't remain home forever since that will need me to explain why I fear going to school when I clearly love school. Soon, my dad is dropping me off at the gate and I wave at him as he steps on the gas. I enter and tread towards my locker with trepidation thinking that maybe tomorrow's incident might repeat itself but instead nothing happens. I open my locker to find medicine for bruises and I look around as though I might find someone with a forehead sign saying it's them who put it there. "Twinnieeeeeeeee guess what?" Ceci screeches as she runs towards me with torpedo energy and the fact that she ain't even self conscious of the noise she is making or the looks she is getting mak

I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "When I was twelve, a group of girls at school bullied me. I put laxatives in their lunch and made them humiliate themselves in front of the entire student body." "When I was sixteen, I found out my best friend betrayed me. She told my secrets to a rival family. I had her brought to an abandoned factory. And with my own hands, I cut out the tongue that spoke my family's secrets." "When I was twenty, to protect my family's interests, I personally executed three traitors. I didn't even blink."

Or if I am being honest, my eyes shined with the true colors of a pure spirit. With that, I set both of my palms on the wall I was pinned with. And the next moment, the bully went flying away from me. I was not sure how that works or what it was called. So I named it my anti-bullying blast. I used it only on the bullies who tried to show their powers to me and try to get submission from me. I was born with the dominating powers, bitches. You can't ever have the satisfaction of my submission. Only if I could tell them before my power blast.