Speech About Bullying Short

Mon amour, Éric Valmont. Il m'aimait à la folie. Tout le monde disait qu'il était le mari idéal. Mais il m'a trahie. Trois fois. La première fois, c'était il y a trois ans. Son ami, Lucien Caron, est mort en le sauvant. Éric m'a caché qu'il avait épousé Margaux Lefèvre, la fiancée de Lucien, pour « la protéger ». Le jour où je l'ai découvert, j'ai voulu partir. Mais il a fait partir Margaux à l'étranger dans la nuit et s'est agenouillé devant moi, suppliant : « Claire, Lucien est mort à cause de moi… Je dois prendre soin de sa fiancée. Ce mariage n'est qu'une protection pour elle, rien de plus. Dès que j'aurai vengé Lucien, je divorcerai. Je t'aime, toi, et seulement toi. » Cette fois-là, je l'ai pardonné. Un an plus tard, lors d'une conférence de presse, Éric a publiquement présenté Margaux comme « l'épouse du chef ». Il m'a encore expliqué : « Margaux est la fille unique de la famille Lefèvre, puissante dans le milieu. Notre alliance n'a qu'un but : venger Lucien. Nous avons déjà convenu qu'après, je divorcerai… et je t'épouserai aussitôt. » Et, encore une fois, je l'ai cru. Puis, il y a un an, lors d'un gala, on lui a tendu un piège. Drogué, il a passé la nuit avec Margaux. Il a tout caché… jusqu'à ce que, quinze jours plus tôt, je le surprenne à l'hôpital, accompagnant Margaux à une échographie. Quand j'ai compris, il a baissé les yeux, incapable de me regarder, et a murmuré : « Claire… ce n'était qu'un accident. Quand l'enfant naîtra, je l'enverrai loin. Mes parents s'en occuperont. Jamais ni elle ni l'enfant ne croiseront ta route. » Sous couvert d'amour, Éric m'a poussée, pas à pas, à tout accepter. Mais aujourd'hui, je le sais : il n'y aura plus jamais de « nous ». Il est temps pour moi de partir.

My brother is the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, and I should have been the happiest little wolf in the pack. But my brother's destined mate Selene accused me of bullying her. In a fit of rage, my brother, the only family I had left in this world, sent me to the Pack Rehabilitation Center —a place for underage criminals and delinquent wolves. For two years, I have been abused until I permanently lost my ability to shift, becoming the docile sister he wanted. But when he discovered I'd lost my wolf and become a true Omega, he went mad. "Skye, please, just call me brother one more time!"

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

Jaiyana was a political science student in her 3rd year when she died during the political war between the two families in the province, where she took a vacation and a part time job. She reincarnated as a 14 year old kid who has the same name as her who lives in another world, still modern but far more ruthless than she has ever seen. Werewolves, vampires, witches and even elves exists. The bullying is extreme which made the kid whom she reincarnated to, committed suicide, and the hierarchy is driving her insane considering that she always believe in freedom of speech and the person whose greedy and corrupted should be ousted, but she, who's considered to be an omega, has no right to speak to someone who has a higher rank than her, no right to refuse and no right to leave the pack. Will she survive in the world where the strong reigns and the weak is trampled?

After transferring into an elite high school, I was bullied. However, it was not my classmates that bullied me; it was every object in the school. The private bathroom in my dorm only ran icy cold water when I showered, forcing me to trek to the public bathhouse in the dead of winter. When I begged the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Linda Mercer, to submit a repair request, she rolled her eyes and said, "The students who lived here last year never had this problem. Why is it suddenly broken when you move in?" My student ID card never worked in the library or the cafeteria. Every single time, it failed to scan, and I had to register manually. The multimedia equipment in the classroom froze whenever I touched it, dragging down the entire class schedule. I went to the teachers for help. They frowned and complained instead. "Everyone else can use it just fine. Why does it only malfunction when you do?" Even my deskmate rolled her eyes and mocked me. "You put on such a show every day. You are the only one who's so special. Are we supposed to stop studying just for you?" One strange incident after another completely isolated me at my new school. I cried and begged my parents to let me transfer again. They said, "The college entrance exam is right around the corner. Stop making trouble. Just endure it, and it will pass." I listened. I decided to grit my teeth and push through. Then, on the day of the college entrance exam, the security gate malfunctioned and started leaking electricity. Everyone else was fine. I was the only one who was electrocuted to death on the spot. Until the moment I died, I could not understand why the entire school seemed to be pushing me out. I was just a newly transferred student who had no grudges with anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I arrived to register at the new school.

I catch the eye of a talent scout on the street and am sent abroad for training. However, as soon as I land, my passport is snatched away. I'm even locked into a cage. The people who beat me up tell me death is the only path for people who disobey orders at Elder Corporation. But if my memory serves me correctly, Elder Corporation is the name of my fiancé's company abroad.

Celeste Cox sent me a photo on WhatsApp. I opened it to find a picture of the school heartthrob and me in an intimate embrace, the pose as suggestive as could be.

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!

The Beast King, Tharion Kael, has spent half his life on the battlefield, yet he has no heir. So, he summons every woman rumored to be blessed with fertility into the palace. Favored by fortune and against all odds, I, as a descendant of the Carp Clan, conceive. To keep me safe during my pregnancy, Tharion hides me away in a remote, deserted palace, guarded in secret by his Nightguards. But just as I am about to give birth, I unexpectedly crossed paths with the Vixen Consort, Lyra Swifttail, who wanders into the Forsaken Wing by mistake. She swishes her tail playfully, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at my round belly. Her smile is utterly captivating. "I didn't expect to find a little carp having an affair here…" With a spell, she drags me away, forcing me into my true form. Then, one by one, she scrapes the scales from my body until I am raw and bleeding. She has her catfolk attendant pour scalding oil over my wounds and orders guards to violate me until I am left broken like a rag. When I finally lose consciousness, she slashes me open with a claw and rips the stillborn child from my womb. She presents it with both hands to Tharion, who has just come to visit. She says, "Your Majesty, what perfect timing. I caught a carp sneaking around the Forsaken Wing. This is her illegitimate child!"

I supported Ethan Mitchell and loved him for eight whole years. I thought I concealed my feelings well, but little did I know that after Ethan became a business magnate, the first thing he did was send me to a ladies’ finishing academy. He looked at me coldly, his arms wrapped around his fiancée. "When you've rid yourself of those filthy thoughts, then you can come out." A year later, I finally forgot him completely. However, Ethan came to regret everything.