Sky High Bully Novels & Stories

Hailey chimed in, raising her glass like she was toasting to my husband. “Okay, okay,” I said, shaking my head. “Let’s go back to this Brittany character. Can I at least see what she looks like?” Sky pulled out her phone and started scrolling through social media. “Let’s see if she still posts her gym selfies… aha!” She turned her screen toward me. My jaw dropped. “Wait. Is she a model? Why does she look like she just walked out of a Vogue magazine?” “She’s tall. Long legs. Fine,” Sky said casually. “But she wasn’t a threat.”

Skye let through a little bit more of her power. “Showoff,” I teased her via link. “If you’ve got it...” she trailed off in a giggle. “She’s a white wolf.” “There’s never been a white wolf before.” “She must be the Moon Goddess’ daughter.” “She’s powerful.” “She’s beautiful.” These are the comments that were going around as Skye approached Darrin. As a wolf, she was still taller than the guy as she looked down at him, daring him to say anything else. He gulped and stepped back, almost falling over. I was still watching her when a little boy tugged at my leg.

He shouted, “Shaun, stop this right now! You’re the one who’s bullying the weak now for using this method on Sky! Are you trying to destroy his cultivation?!” Not only did Shaun not stop, but he even continued to increase the coercion that he was putting on Sky. He coldly said, “I’m just punishing him for a little mistake so that he won’t make a bigger mistake next time. Soraya is the granddaughter of the constabulary’s president. Whoever bullies her is also my enemy.” “Ugh—” Sky was practically being attacked by two masters from both sides. His body had become a battlefield. How could he endure this?

"If you want to survive here, stay out of trouble—especially with the BB girls and Zachary." "BB girls? Who’s Zachary?" Lowering her voice, Olivia explained, "Zachary is Harrington’s biggest bully. And the BB girls? They’re our own mean girls—like the movie, but worse." Riley smiled nervously, hiding her sweaty palms. "I hope I never meet them."

Skye was 18 years old and blossoming into a lady at least as smart and beautiful as her mother but she didn't realize it. Skye was 5'2 and weighed 100lbs. She had long strawberry blonde hair cut to look like her mother's and she had violet eyes. She was an athlete at school, a member of the varsity soccer team and her body reflected her training. She was thin and taut. Her legs and buttocks were muscular and she had a flat stomach. Her hips were a big wider and more sensual than her mothers and her breasts were of comparable size, she wore a 30B bra. Her skin was very white, a bit pale as she was unable to tan like her mother. She often wore cloth shorts and tank tops befitting a high school

' After the lesson ended, Mrs Kendall muttered something about covering another class, grabbed her bag and hurried off. A wave of understanding passed through the bullies. It was almost a physical thing. Strings he could touch or ping. In silent unison, they cornered him with matching smug grins. "I have an idea," Ste said. He nipped into the prep room and returned with a bottle marked HCL 2 Molar. The sticker on the side had the hazard warning 'corrosive.' "If he won't stop staring at you like a freak all the time, maybe we should pour some of this into his eyes," Ste went on.

“Are you even listening to me?” “I freaking have now you listen. “ I peered him right in the eyes. “I will never spend the rest of my life with a Bully like you.”

But my own plans, though seemingly more structured, were fraught with their own complexities and challenges. "I'm just planning on taking over my pack as the next alpha," I said, trying to sound confident and assured. Jules nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential prey. It was then that I noticed a new student approaching us, her head held high and her eyes blazing with defiance. She was unlike any other student I had seen—stubborn and strong-willed, with a fierce determination that radiated from her every pore. Jules, sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, moved in to bully the newcomer, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. But the girl was no pushover, and soon a fier

“I’m not that bad, come on.” “If it’ll make you leave me alone, fine. It’s Sky.” Sky. The name suits her—sharp, bright, and untouchable. I can tell she’s got wolf blood, no doubt about it, but something else hums beneath the surface. Her ears are ever so slightly pointed, and I only notice because she’s tucked her blonde hair behind one of them. “Sky the scholar,” I tease. “Let me guess, straight-A student?” She gives me a look that could burn a hole through steel. “Better than whatever you are.”

No, these two are fire incarnate. Ryder's the bigger one, built like a fucking tank: tall, ripped chest straining his button-up, dark hair tousled just enough to beg for fingers to yank it. Sky's slimmer, lean muscle rippling under sun-kissed skin, blond locks falling into eyes that sparkle with mischief.