Step 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.

I asked with a frown that he actually thought this was funny when I was hurting. "Do you know that I was so scared?" I asked him as he continued to muffle his chuckle. "I..I wasn't laughing at you, bullying is wrong it's Just that you look so cute when you're angry and I couldn't help but chuckle,I think I want to see this side of you more often..but not because of bullying". The simple word made the blush creep up to my face. What is up with this dude and always saying things out of the blue that really makes my heart flutter.

"Like, actually insane. Your bully is now your stepbrother." Then her expression shifts into something almost excited. "Wait. This is like one of those romance novels. You know, where the stepbrother and stepsister hate each other at first, but then they fall in love and have their happy ever after." "Ruby." My voice comes out flat. "I hate Crew. Like, hate him to my core. I want nothing to do with him." "Yes." Ty's voice is hard. "You should have nothing to do with him. He's shown you hell in this school for months. He doesn't deserve anything from you."

I pleaded, facing down in submission. “I thought as much” Beatrice said as she walked out angrily. ………………………………………………………. I stood at the top of the grand staircase, clutching Mia’s hand so tightly her small fingers twitched. Below, in the foyer stood the man who held our lives in his palm. Julian Silverton looked like he had been sculpted from ice and moonlight. His suit was bespoke, charcoal grey fitting a body frame that was lean, athletic and intimidating. He carefully looked around until his gaze landed on me.

His pulse refused to slow down. *Pathetic.* That was the word for this. For all of it. Three years of being humiliated by someone and still, still, lying in bed every morning hoping for one more glimpse of him before school forced them back into their assigned roles .... bully and joke, golden boy and punchline. Ezra had never told anyone. Not Sophie. Not his mother. Some secrets you buried so deep they became part of the foundation, load-bearing walls holding up everything else, and you learned to live around the shape of them instead of ever digging them out.

"Of course, I will! I'll not only fight for you, but I'll also speak up for you. Tell me, did you get bullied again?" Sally's hands moved slowly, signing, "Yes...but this time by a guy." My heart sank. "Who?" I asked. "Colby."

Wayne's eyes darkened with anger, and he seemed ready to strike someone, but Kyle quickly restrained him by twisting his arm. "Are you seriously siding with them, Kyle?" Wayne yelled. "Lucy, you're cruel for tearing my family apart!"

“ Don't change the topic girl, we both know that we are talking about that jerk of -" “ Point of correction . Don't call him a jerk. You just don't know him at all. If I tell you , he is the most handsome and caring guy .” The smirk on her face can tell that she is so amused with what I am saying. Forsure I personally didn't know that I would become like this at all. Being obsessed with my recent bully. I can only tell you that you can never think of what tomorrow has in stock for you . You can never predict what the world has in stock for me.

I inquire, with a comical tone that could make a clown laugh. "Well, let me tell you folks, I wasn't always this studly specimen you see before you. Nope, I was a scrawny little thing and got picked on so much I practically had a permanent wedgie. But now, I've made it my life's mission to help out all those little munchkins who are getting bullied. I go to schools, give talks, and even play mentor to a few of these kids to pump up their confidence. So yeah, I may have been a wimpy kid, but now I'm a wimpy-kid-turned-bully-buster-extraordinaire!" Declan shares his transformation from scrawny to manly.

I gulp with blood pressing the jaw letting the audio finish. “Don't give us the hard stuff we've got enough to take care of, motherfucker. Take care of those who mean something to you, those who are maybe worth a little more than your fucking life might be worth. Because everything you've built can come crashing down on your fingers. Or we cut off your fingers one by one until you tell the truth, ‘baby.’” Fuck, fuck. The bully takes my cell phone and signals his friends to get back with him. They do it at the rate that their weapons do.