Why Did James Bully Snape Novels & Stories

James couldn't bring himself to look at her after noticing bruises on her face. "Thank you for coming. I thought I wasn't going to see you again." She said. "I came to discuss something with you." He knew how the jail operated. Bullying always occurs when a new member joins. It was comparable to the bullying he had received at military school. "I wish to express my regret for everything. Tomorrow is the first day of my trial, and I know this is it for me. All I want is for you to forgive me." James cleared his throat. He shouldn't be feeling sentimental at this time. To kim, he said, while altering his facial expression to one of strength. "Jessie is under attack. Again. Do you perhaps know

"Heh...always did have a...mean streak in you, Jimmy..." James grabbed a fistful of Spike's hair, wrenching his head back viciously. "Don't you dare keep calling me that name," he snarled. "I was never yours, you sick piece of garbage!" "Th-that's where you're wrong," Spike gasped out through a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. "I made you...everything you are. And you'll never...be free of me..." In one horrifically fluid motion, James wrenched Spike's head in a violent half-circle, filling the night with a sickening crunch of snapped vertebrae.

Now turning his attention to this one, a more slender and weaker version of the others, he began to pour down fits of blows as he did to them, before standing up, straightening his cloth, then surveying the room with an aura of importance. “This is to teach anyone that thinks he can do just whatever he feels like to just anyone in this school. Bullying is foolish, and it's your responsibility to put an end to it!” Turning to Harry, Thomas asked, “Did you get it?” “. . .” Replaced by Harry's inability to speak was a round of applause for Thomas. They were smiling faces everywhere he turned, all except from the boys on the floor and James by the exit. James screwed his eyes at him then limped

"Why do all this?" James sneered, his expression twisted with bitterness. "Because of Zaylen," he spat out, his voice tinged with venom. "Ever since he came into our lives, everything went to hell. He took everything from me — my amazing life, my girlfriend, my job. So, I decided to hit him where it hurts the most." The revelation hit me like a blow. James had orchestrated these horrors out of a twisted desire for revenge against Zaylen. "So you framed Leonel's brother to hurt Zaylen?" I asked, trying to make sense of his cruel intentions.

James told them as he made a shooing motion with his hands. The group looked upset. They came there on their high horse in the name of justice. Being slapped and proven that they were not making sense injured their pride. They had never been disdained before, especially since they belonged to the elite class. “James de Lancy, why are you siding with this troublemaker? We’re your classmates!” the girl demanded, making Evie, James, and Richard speechless. “Boss, let’s get out of here. My IQ will crash if I had to listen to these idiots further,” James said, offending the others again.

I was just glad he was not hurt. “If it isn’t Hermione Anderson. Damn, you gained some good meat in all the right places.” He had his helmet off so I could see him clearly. Jamie Wilson. Or should I say James… My hell on Earth from Kimberly High. He was the bully that almost ruined my life if I did not ruin his first. If he wasn’t such a jerk to me just because of who my grandmother was, I probably would’ve dated him because he was drop dead gorgeous.

James shot Raymond a weird glance, but he hid behind the bushes tamely. "..." Raymond remembered that James knew him about stuff that he no longer remembers himself, so he just averted the topic: "why do YOU hate them so much?" The wars between mage and werewolf were long gone, decades before the births of either of them. Though not close, Raymond rarely meets young werewolves that hate mage so profoundly. "What do you mean? Of course I do!" James shot Raymond a death stare, "Because..." It was the first time he realized that he didn't have a good reason for that hatred.

He believed him blindly. James was just a sixteen years old boy when he was attacked by an impure vampire and turned one himself. He left his family as they were afraid of his existence and tried to kill him. At first, he used to hunt down normal people who walked through the streets. But one day he was chased by police, he couldn't think how to lose them. He was feeling so helpless then.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

She knew he hated seeing her tears or her being hurt. “You are bullying me” James sighed and pulled her into an embrace, hugging her. “Why would I? I don’t have a choice but to take you to the devil himself.” “Liam?” she gasped and made attempts to run away, but James bent and carried her from her knees. “ahhh! James!! leave me alone, let me go!! help!!”