My Secret My Bully Novels & Stories

I ran out of school immediately, not willing to endure any more of their taunts or their painful, excruciating words. Vanessa accusing me of being a stripper wasn’t exactly a lie; the truth was that it was my job. It was something I always did in secret, but somehow the information had leaked to Vanessa, my biggest bully in school. Now she had found a new way to torment me, and I knew she wouldn’t let it go this time.

“Make up for them? Great! Let's do that then. How do you make up for almost ruining my life in high school when you and your goons intended to bathe me in hydrochloric acid?” His eyes widened and I watched in satisfaction as the color drained out of his face. “Now you feel cornered? I could go on and on. How dare you come to ask for my forgiveness when you know damn well the horror you put me through?” “I– that was– look—” “What? Snatched the words right out of your mouth?” I sneered into his dumbstruck face. “Well, guess who's holding the bucket of acid now? If you don't stay the fuck out of my way, it'll be your pretty face next. Bully.”

I asked, pretending not to understand. “What do I mean?” he repeated. “Are you really asking me that? Why are you feigning innocence? Your secret is already out. You were the one who brought the poisoned apple to my house to kill my mum, right? By the time I call the cops, you’ll talk.” Before I could say anything, Mia dropped to her knees and grabbed his leg. She couldn’t even look at him. “I guess the fear from being bullied back then is still in her,” I thought and smirked.

EVELYN’S POV I make my way through the dimly lit private room of the club, itching to get my mind off work. I left Evelyn Harper at the entrance of the club, and now, only Mistress V remains, a confident woman in latex and a mask covering my face. This is my escape, after a day of being the invisible secretary who fetches coffee and schedules meetings for the most terrifying man in the city, I can be Mistress V. I can finally be seen, I can give out orders. This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

“Yours does. The evil twins constantly bully me because of you. I’ve had enough so you should leave,” He sat up, his brows creasing. “What? Why would they do that?” “They keep telling me to stay away from you. Perhaps, you’re giving Yolanda the impression that you like her and telling me otherwise,” my voice began to rise in frustration. With the bullying, Professor Fox’s threats, my secret life as a pornstar, and my brother’s illness in my head, I couldn’t help but get frustrated. “I’m not giving anyone any impression. I mentioned that it’s just sex for me and Yolanda agreed. Yasmine has been secretly checking me out and one thing led to another and we began to see each other in secret. I d

They were all bullies, and the fact that Jamal thought that leaking my secret was going to make them add him to their friends group was insane honestly, because we all know for a fact that they would have never done that. They ended up turning him into their servant and he still can't see that he is being used, but as long as he got to hang out with them, he didn't care . Honestly, only one of them wasn't a bully, and he stood out to me, it was ; Cole Michaelson. He is a family friend of mine, we use to be friends when we were younger, hung out at each other's places and I started developing feelings for him, in all honesty, he was the one that made me realize I was gay.

“How long has she been bullying you?” Wait? What? He’s not talking about Zander and me sleeping together. Thank God, I didn’t speak. That would have been disastrous. “Since middle school,” I declared. “Since middle school?!?” Papa said, distraught. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “It wouldn’t have helped,” I revealed. “Everyone bullied me.” “What do you mean?” Papa questioned. “They all called me Moo cow and used to moo at me in the hallway,” I whispered. “Oh, Mia Stellina,” Papa said, tears brimming in his eyes. “I have failed you.”

I froze. A tall naked man was standing in the kitchen with a towel casually thrown over his neck. My eyes went straight to his huge cock, then up his sculpted chest, and finally to his face. “Not again,” I gasped. It was Kaelen Steele. My bully, arch nemesis and worst enemy since I was six years old and he called me ‘ugly duckling’ and threw me in a puddle. He turned to me, wide eyed and stared for a full minute, his mouth opened in surprise, clearly as astonished as I was.

His pulse refused to slow down. *Pathetic.* That was the word for this. For all of it. Three years of being humiliated by someone and still, still, lying in bed every morning hoping for one more glimpse of him before school forced them back into their assigned roles .... bully and joke, golden boy and punchline. Ezra had never told anyone. Not Sophie. Not his mother. Some secrets you buried so deep they became part of the foundation, load-bearing walls holding up everything else, and you learned to live around the shape of them instead of ever digging them out.