Stop Bullying Quotes

Amel terpaksa menerima perjodohannya dengan Lino agar perusahaan papanya tidak bangkrut. Di sisi lain, Amel sangat membenci Lino karena kejadian di masa lalunya. Ditambah lagi, ia pun malu jika teman-teman kampusnya mengetahui bahwa ia sudah menikah dengan musuhnya sendiri. Akankah pernikahan Amel dan Lino bertahan lama? Bagaimana cara mereka agar rasa benci mereka sirna dan berganti menjadi rasa cinta yang tidak terbendung?

Erin is a virgin until she accidentally entered the wrong room when she's drunk. Naabutan niya ang isang lalaking nakahubad na naliligo sa bathtub. She have no idea if whose that man is. The next thing she knew she wake up with a stain of blood in her pajamas. Sa gabing iyon nawasak ang pagkababae niya sa lalaking hindi naman niya kilala. Hindi rin ipiangsisihan ni Erin ang gabing iyon dahil sa gusto rin niyang maranasan na madiligan. Pero paano kung ang gabing akala ni Erin na aksidente lang ay pinlano pala ng kanyang kaibigan para masira ang pagkatao niya? Paano kung ang lalaking nakawasak sa kanyang virginity ay fiancee ng kanyang best friend?

“Love.” “Boobae.” “Jes?..” It feels like a reunion for Nick, George, Scarlett, and Jessica. After five years, muli silang nagkita. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, para silang estrangherong apat. Pare-parehong kumunot ang noo nina Nick, George, at Scarlett nang titigan nila ang babaeng kamukhang-kamukha ni Jessica. She is not Jessica, bulong nila sa sarili. Ibang-iba siya sa Jessica na kilala nila. Ang babaeng nasa harap nila ay isang sophisticated woman with a strong aura. The way she dresses, halos nipple na lang ang natatakpan. Malayong-malayo sa dating Jessica. Hindi ganito si Jessica. Mahinhin siya, mahiyain, mabait, maunawain. Pero ang babae sa harap nila ngayon ay puno ng kumpiyansa sa sarili. Ang isang titig pa lang niya ay parang kutsilyong gustong dumurog sa'yo. Yes, gano’n na gano’n ang kanyang aura. Matapang. Hindi nagpapa-api. Ang pag-asa ng tatlong magkakaibigan ay tila naglaho. Dahil si Audrey Castellan ay hindi kailanman magiging si Jessica. Ang pinakamamahal nilang si Jessica… ay limang taon nang patay. Maghihilom na kaya ang puso nilang sugatan mula sa matinding pagsisisi sa sarili, sa muling paglitaw ng isang babaeng kamukhang-kamukha ni Jessica? May pag-asa bang muling liliwanag ang madilim nilang mundo… dahil kay Audrey Castellan? Malalaman natin 'yan sa Book 2 ng Unstoppable Desire: Revelation and Road to Happiness.

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

My brother Mitchell sided with his dream girl when she accused me of bullying her. Despite being the only family member I had left, he exploded in anger and sent me away to a boarding school for so-called reformation to learn how to become a meek and obedient little sister. In time, I became exactly what he wanted—a docile sibling who never fought back, never argued. But everything changed the day he saw my medical report. He lost his mind. "Nora, I'm begging you—forgive me and let me be your brother again!"

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

My husband and I go on a road trip back to my hometown before Christmas. I want to ride shotgun, but he chases me to the backseat so his female colleague can sit in front. He says, "Isabel gets carsick easily. You are my wife, so you should be more considerate of her." He seems to have forgotten that I'm pregnant—my morning sickness is at its peak. Halfway through the journey, he and Isabel Slater start smoking. They make me throw up. The smell disgusts them, and my husband wants to teach me a lesson. He and Isabel leave me at the rest stop. Unbeknownst to them, my family is already waiting there. This time, I'm going back with them and getting an abortion and divorce. Later, my husband is filled with regret when he learns the child is gone.

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"

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.

My deskmate has been giving me odd looks lately. She's been keeping her distance from me and avoiding me at all costs. It's the same when we go to the cafeteria for lunch or during class. One day, I can't take it anymore. I grab her and ask, "Have I done something to offend you?" She trembles in fear and staggers backward, putting distance between us. Her gaze darts around shiftily. "No, you're not the problem!" Yet after that, she transfers to a different class. I'm confused by this and want to ask her about it, so I head to her new classroom. I stand at the door and watch as she chats leisurely with someone else. Suddenly, she shudders and screams in horror. "This really has nothing to do with you! Please, leave me alone!"