Pregnant Bully Novels & Stories

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

Brandon I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up.

That my husband denounced me in public and let his secretary slash mistress to attack me? In the end I just stared at my hands resting on my belly and waited for the doctor’s next words. She sighed and walked closer. "You need to file a report. What they did to you is assault. Those people shouldn’t get away with attacking a pregnant she-wolves like you. They deserved to be punished." Still, I stayed quiet. The doctor let out another long sigh and glanced at her clipboard. "Well, the baby is safe for now," she said. "But you need to be more careful. Another incident lik this and you will end up losing your precious baby."

“I don’t want him here.” Finn rolled his eyes at her before leaving the room. He didn’t seem to be in the mood to argue with her. I reclined in my seat. “Why did you ask to see me?” “Get me out of here.” She ground out, gritting her teeth. “I can’t stay here in my condition.” “I’m sure there are other pregnant women here. Learn from them.” She slapped her hand on the glass, earning a warning from the guard. She put her hand down and inhaled deeply. “I can’t stay here. I’m being bullied. At this rate, I might lose our child.

She needed to act like the predator her wolf is and be stealthy, patient, and slow until the time is right and then catch your prey unaware. What was humorous today is, that when we were pretending to fight because of my being pregnant, we cannot go into real punches and kicks right now. My babies must have thought I was in danger, as every time they thought I was going to get kicked or hit, they threw lightning bolts from my stomach at the person that was aiming for me. I laughed so hard to see the shock on Ares’s face, and then he walked over to my belly, asking the babies to please not throw lightning bolts at him.

Jax scoffed his jaw tightening as he spat blood onto the floor again. “You’re blinded old man. You can’t even see how pathetic she is. She’s weak, she’s nothing and when that baby comes, everyone will see she doesn’t belong here. She never will.” I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall my voice dropping to a growl so deep it rattled in my chest. “If you bully her again during her pregnancy, you will lose your title forever. You will never be Alpha. You will never even call yourself my son again. I’ll strip it from you with my own hands.”

She jabbed repeated kicks at my stomach, with each kick harder than the last. “You shameless wench! How’d you like that?” A sharp pain coursed from my stomach to every nerve in my body. I felt like a barn animal in the slaughterhouse; there was nothing I could do to fight back. The display was so violent that even the onlookers could not stomach it anymore. Someone stepped forward and pleaded for me, “Miss, the girl is pregnant. You’re going to kill the baby if you keep kicking her! Please, murder is a crime!”

I pouted with a huff and folded my hands above my very swollen belly. " you sure about that? You know, I was hoping to have at least five grand kids coming for a visit each Christmas " mom said mimicking my posture with a smirk on her face. My mouth dropped to the floor. "Mom!" "yes sweetheart?" her smirk still persistent. "I'm not planning on having more kids, really " Her expression falls as she realizes that I am being honest. "why is that?" her brows creased with concern and concentration. " well..., I was actually thinking about the baby, and then I was wondering who will want to get married to a lady who carried a baby from a rape" playing with the hem of my shirt, i voiced out my thou

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

“And she couldn’t see you coming? Was she blind? Or was she waiting for the chance to make me pay for making her stand?” “You did what?!” Betty recoiled, stunned. “How could you let a pregnant woman stand for so long?!” “Stay out of this,” Adrian snapped. “She stood. So what? She’s not the first pregnant woman on earth.” Betty bit her lip, fighting to hold down the fury trembling in her chest. Ria slowly straightened up, still swaying slightly but holding on. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. But Adrian’s voice dropped low and deadly, his next statement stunning everyone.