My Tattooed Bully Nextdoor Novels & Stories

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Just like every other person in Canada, I believed it was the best school. But I soon learnt the truth— it was the playground for wealthy and spoiled snubs. And from day one, I was doomed when Nate bumped into me, making my coffee splash all over his designer outfit. No matter how much I tried to apologize to him, Nate just couldn't forgive the embarrassment. From that day on, he made sure my life was a living hell with his endless bullying. And now here I was, suspecting my own boyfriend at 10pm in the night because of the stupid-ass text Nate sent.

Here's the continued Chapter Twenty-Nine of The Bully Who Fell First, where new alliances begin to form—and Bianca’s manipulations take a darker turn. Tessy lay sprawled across her bed, headphones on, scrolling mindlessly through her phone when Helena’s text came in. HELENA: Greg punched Henry. Whole hallway saw it. I’ll call you. Tessy sat upright immediately, her heart skipping. She yanked out her headphones and typed back fast. TESSY: Are you okay? What happened?? Seconds later, her phone buzzed. Helena’s name lit up. “Tess,” Helena’s voice cracked through the speaker. “He grabbed me.”

She already knew the answer but she needed it confirmed. Lady, not everyone with tattoos is a criminal. I’m into street boxing and I own a tattoo studio downtown. It’s all legal, you should come by sometime. I have a butterfly tattoo that will look really good on you. He said proudly with a smile, revealing his mixed set of gold and silver teeth.

I raised a brow defeated. I had debated for the first twenty minutes in my mind. I had decided no matter how horrible the tattoo could possibly be, there are always cover ups or long sleeve shirts. Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Tadeas’ wouldn’t do anything malicious to me. Would he? My mind chimed in. “I trust you. Would I be here otherwise?” I questioned trying to steal a peek again. “Do I need to blindfold your mate?” The artist threatened from behind his humming gun.

,he said as he removed the hoodie I was wearing looking into my eyes with a sinister smile. "please don't do this to me , I don't a tattoo on me " I pleaded with teary eyes. "shh it won't hurt if don't thrash around' he said I "The same place right ?" the tattoo guy asked and I turned to see her was ready to start. yes " chris replied. he suddenly unblocked my bra my boobs spilling out , my eyes went wide as saucers when I realized where the tattoo will be . I started thrashing wildly and chris held mr down putting a lot of his weight on me.

He asks Kale. "Nope. Scott's" Kale replied and the man's eyes widen. "Really? She looks...well...look really good" He aid and I narrow my eyes at him, what was he going to say. I almost call him out. "What you walking on Bob?" Kale asked him. "A Tiger" the man replied. Want to get a tattoo?" "Yeah. On my arm" Kale said and sat down. I watched Bob, stich up the person, cleaning up the blood before he gets up. He doesn't look familiar but he grins at me.

We walked in where more loud music was played maybe banged is the correct word. All people here almost look the same as the guy next to me. There were many girls too wearing black with tattoos. As I was instructed I didn't make eye contact with anyone. We walked further. There came a group of four bulky guys. One of the guys made a fist bump with a guy who is holding me like saying hello and yelled "Hey Zander what's up buddy? A new toy?"

It was as if I’d fallen into his arms, after all. Once again, I was disappointed when I realized that Adrian wasn’t there. But at this point, I was used to the disappointment. I kept running for a few more minutes, while keeping my eyes on Rafe every now and then. He was mostly focused on his weights, and he kept his back to me most times. I watched him make his way to the bench and start some bench presses, and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the bull tattoo on his neck. It stood out prominently, and I was almost completely certain that this had something to do with the DeLucas. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they both had the same tattoo in the exact same place. I had a snea

He didn't seem at all like he wasn't. “Taylor, I get cranky when I'm in pain. You make me feel better.” His voice got deeper, darker. “Don't make me undress you myself.” He held my gaze with his dark eyes, the wasn't a hint of bluffing in the look. I huffed. ‘Damn it. Once a Bully, always a bully.” “Fine.”