The Bully Busters Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, coming from Jace, it felt suspicious. Ezra crossed his arms. “We can discuss it in class.” “We have class in three hours.” “So?” For a second, annoyance flashed across Jace’s face. The reaction was strangely satisfying. Before either of them could continue, Mason appeared. Mason Carter was Jace’s best friend and one of the few people in school who occasionally looked uncomfortable when the bullying started. Occasionally. Not often enough. “Are you two flirting again?” Mason asked. Several football players burst out laughing.

My chest tightened as the memory of that terrible day clawed its way into my mind—Allyson’s rage, the bullies’ screams, and the way the world had shifted beneath my feet. The bullies had been relentless, feeding on Allyson’s quiet nature. She was their perfect prey, always the one to turn the other cheek. I remembered finding her that afternoon behind the school, cornered like a frightened animal. They pushed her, hit her, sneered. Fury had blinded me, and I lunged to protect her. But they were too strong. They threw me against the wall, and pain erupted in my head as I crumpled to the ground.

Or if I am being honest, my eyes shined with the true colors of a pure spirit. With that, I set both of my palms on the wall I was pinned with. And the next moment, the bully went flying away from me. I was not sure how that works or what it was called. So I named it my anti-bullying blast. I used it only on the bullies who tried to show their powers to me and try to get submission from me. I was born with the dominating powers, bitches. You can't ever have the satisfaction of my submission. Only if I could tell them before my power blast.

And she would be ready to face the stupidity of her neighbours—as she had experienced on several occasions, how they turned against her each time she came to settle some disputes between them. She had had enough. At some point they dubbed her ‘Miss Meddler’ and that served as a deterrent to her - to stop wearing ‘Peace Apparel’, to stop making peace unnecessarily even when violence should suffice. But she couldn’t endure the cry of this girl. It was Bisi. Yes. She knew her cry and it must be her mother on her again, spanking her like pounded yam. As always.

Brandon I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

Finally, I ended up falling on the floor. Looking up, I see Sandy, Cindy, and Mark standing there. Keith walks up to me with a trash bag and dumps flour all over me. I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me. "Happy Birthday, Loser!" He said and walked away. Keith is our Alpha’s son. A big bully in my life. "I can't believe he would throw flour on you! I'm going to beat his ass. No! I'm going to have Derek beat his ass. You know he hates when Keith bullies you. " Kate said

"Warning! You are in violation of the hero code. Further acts of aggression may result in a deduction of hero point attributes." Keagan released his grip, allowing the bully to stumble back, clutching his broken hand in agony. The fear in the bullies' eyes was palpable now, their arrogance shattered. But Keagan understood the importance of restraint and control. He knew he had to be better than those who had tormented him.

I playfully teased, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “But he was trying to bully you.” “And that’s the point, Mr. Xander Baston. You were the biggest bully of all time.” As I walked towards the shelves where I used to work, Xander followed me, curiosity evident in his eyes. “Remember...” he whispered with his voice barely audible. I turned and placed a finger on his lips, silencing his words. “Shhh... look there,” I said, nodding towards a corner where a boy, reminiscent of the one who had bullied me, was attempting to engage a girl in conversation.

He was probably trying to check if I was as strong as I appeared to be at the moment. What a shithead. Does he think I was gonna start crying? I scoffed internally. I knew I might still end up shedding some tears but I wasn't going to do it when he's watching. "Tanya?" The teacher called worriedly. I turned my face away from my bully and feigned a smile at the concerned teacher "I am okay Mr. Steele, thank you" He smiled back at me, nodding. I don't think he knew my downfall was planned. He probably thought I staggered because....because of the understandable reasons people stagger and fall flat.