Sky High Bully Novels & Stories

"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

He’d be an easy kill if it came to that. At least I learned something useful tonight. I can tell Pops about how weak their fighting coordination is. I can’t help but grin thinking about Sky. Her wolf is breathtaking—white fur that gleams like silver under moonlight, sleek and fast. She’s the kind that slips through your grasp only to strike again from another angle. Her bite isn’t strong yet, but she knows where to hit. Over time, those little bites can turn into deadly weaknesses. If she learns control, she could bring down a much bigger wolf.

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.

Sky nods, before snuggling next to me in the bed. “I like the way you smell,” she tells me. I stroke her hair. “And I like the way you smell.” Sky falls silent, and I think she has fallen asleep, when she suddenly says, “I am hungry.” While I barely touched any food today, I am fairly sure Sky ate well. Blade would never let a pup starve. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?” “I need blood,” she says. For a moment, I forgot Sky is a hybrid.

Sky taps her lip. A slow, delighted smile spreads across her flawless face. “Jackson could be S.H.A.R.K.” We lean in eagerly. “Sulky. Hotheaded. Arrogant. Roguish. Kind-of-cute.” We lose it. “He could also be …” Sky continues, wicked now, “D.E.V.I.L.” I arch a brow. “That feels on the nose.” She shrugs. “Dangerous. Emotionally damaged. Violent. Indisputable. Loyal.”

I explain. Tyler, enamored with his uncle, suggests Apache, Chinook, and Black Hawk. He enjoys time with his uncles and their military stories, so he now knows several military words and phrases. Sky lists Remi, Buddy, or Rocky. I add Bo, Riley, and Duke. Tyler throws out Buddy, claiming that’s an elf name. Sky states we can’t have a dog named Black Hawk, and I want to exclude Rocky.