Novel & Cerita Bullied

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

“Luciana Hart, your smell is horrible and as the Alpha King of this pack, I prohibit you from coming close to me because I reject you. Isn't it your words in the beginning, Alpha?” “I know, but I love you now, Luciana. I never thought falling in love with you would be this crazy. Please accept me back,” he begs, kneeling down. “You rejected me once and now you want to come back, Massimo? That's crazy!” **** Luciana Hart grew up having a smell, making her different from the ordinary wolves of their pack. She was bullied, underestimated, and cursed by the pack wolves but it never brought her down. Until one day when she was chosen as the Alpha King's mate. She thought being destined as Alpha Massimo’s mate would change her life, but worse things happened. He rejected her in front of everyone, telling her that she can't be his mate. Luciana was hurt, and embarrassed, but she swore that she would rise on top. Then, she met Alpha Klein, who helped her realize that she needed to fight for her right, not letting everyone degrade her, including her mate. Luciana vowed that she only wanted to get back to those who caused her pain, but she never expected that Alpha Massimo would start chasing her back. What would she do? Would she accept him back, or would she avenge herself and break Alpha Massimo's heart instead?

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

During the holiday break, my wife, Jayda Glover—the hospital's star surgeon and Chief of Cardiac Surgery—suddenly "had to work overtime." Our third-anniversary hot springs trip? Canceled. That night, I was scrolling social media when a post from her intern, Dillon Tripp, popped up. My ice-queen wife always said her "golden hands" were only for patients. Apparently, they cook now too. She was in a cartoon apron, calmly chopping vegetables. The caption read: [Thank you, Dr. Glover, for personally cooking to comfort me after I was bullied by a patient's family!] I tapped like and left a comment. [White coat to apron. Very domestic.] Ten minutes later, the whole hospital knew Cardiac Surgery's untouchable beauty had broken her rule—just to cook for a younger guy. Jayda called. Dishes clattered in the background. "You really had to embarrass me in public? He got hot water thrown on him by a patient's family today. I was just doing my duty as his mentor! "A pampered professor's kid like you wouldn't know the first thing about how hard broke med students have it. "Apologize to Dillon right now. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg later, I'm not going on that trip with you!" Beg her? I looked at the divorce papers that had just arrived on the coffee table and let out a quiet laugh. I wasn't begging anymore. From this moment on, we were strangers.

The floodwaters were about to swallow our home, yet my wife—the captain of the rescue team—took every last member with her to save the man she had always loved. That was when I realized she had been reborn too. In our previous life, the moment she heard I was in danger, she had rushed to save me without hesitation. Because of that, she missed his call. He fell into a depressive episode and took his own life. But before he died, he posted online, accusing me of bullying him throughout our school years—and of stealing the woman he loved. After his death, the internet turned on me. I became the target of relentless harassment. My wife said she didn't blame me. She treated me as she always had. Yet, on what would have been his birthday, she broke both my limbs—and my mother's as well. Then, in front of his grave, she shoved the two of us into a folded bathtub. "If I'd known you bullied Nathan all those years, I would never have married you! You could swim, yet you deliberately called me to save you. It's all your fault—Nathan wouldn't have killed himself otherwise!" I listened to my mother's agonized cries as despair swallowed me whole. And then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the flood. This time, she could save her beloved. I won't stand in her way.

K-kian, ah” It wasn't just bodies, our souls met too. The deep longing for each other, those inner scars were being revealed. Our eyes telling every story to each other we never shared with anyone. “Baby, h-hold me tighter. Shhh, I am not going anywhere.” He didn't skip any moment to make me feel good. My grip on him grew tighter, as his love became deeper. Marking me as his, whispering praises in my ear, with that voice of his. “You are so beautiful, Irene. Oh God!,” I sensed the hitch in his voice. It pulled the strings of my heart too. “I love you, Kian. I love you so much” **** Irene is broke, has student loans. She is intelligent but gets bullied in her university because of her poverty. She loses her part-time and is forced to do anything on order to fulfil her dream of becoming doctor. Kian, is a famous music producer who needs to clear his image of a playboy. He needs to give shut up call to the haters. His manager Raven has crazy plans to do this job. Both characters have different personalities and goals, but destiny makes them useful for each other. Whether they like it or not, he. They are forced to pretend a couple for money and fame. But what of the opposite personalities attract each other? This is a just a contract, but what if they feel more than that. Will enemies let them live together? Will they sort out things for each other ? Dive into romantic journey of Kian and Irene. It's slow burn and exciting.

Falling in love was never the deal, no, a simple vanilla relationship which only held worth in paper-that was the deal but when passions tug against chained desires mixed in a pot of intrigues and lies a heart cannot afford to be apathetic anymore but will the new found affections become a strength or a deadly flaw? Ridiculed and bullied from birth for being worthless despite her alpha blood, Maya stone resolves to blend into the background and hide in the shadow of her beloved twin sister but her plan comes crashing down like a pack of cards when she and her sister were mated to the same man, believing he will definitely choose her sister over her she runs into the arms of the first handsome stranger she sees numbing her pain with pleasure for the night. However, her first mate's jealousy makes him hesitate rejecting her; he strung her along and impregnated her before publicly rejecting her.Burdened with shame she runs away and accidentally crosses the border of a ruthless alpha territory, he turns out to be her one night stand he naturally assumes the baby in her womb is his and Maya's fear of abandonment forces her to keep silent about the true paternity of the child. He offers her a one year contract. During this year, she would successfully deliver the children and nurse them for some months while pretending to be his mate for life, then leave with a satisfactory settlement, but how long can Maya keep her dark secret especially when her heart starts to fall?

In my final year of high school, my parents died, leaving me nothing but a crumbling brick house. And yet, I somehow got myself a younger brother. He was a second-year student at our school, at the top of his grade. But no one respected him. Even when he was bullied, the teachers turned a blind eye. Why? Because even if others didn't beat him, his drunken father did it every day, while his cowardly mother never dared to fight back. I dragged him home with all my strength, patched up his wounds, and kept him with me for several days. Later, when his mother was beaten to death, I called the police and had his father arrested. "Hey," I told him, "from now on, live with me. I don't have any family left. Call me sister, and I'll put you through school." He dreamed of getting into a prestigious university. So I dropped out, set up a street stall, sold my own blood, and even took illegal jobs just to support him. When he graduated, he said he wanted to start a business. I gave him every cent of my savings. And then one day, I watched him stand beneath the dazzling lights, a radiant girl at his side, holding a trophy for a youth entrepreneurship award. I looked down at the cancer diagnosis in my hands. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. In the end, I had raised him into someone I could no longer reach. It was time for me to leave the stage.

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"

My parents think I'm not ladylike enough, so they buy themselves a docile and sweet AI daughter called Serafina Moretti. On the day Serafina is brought home, I get bullied by the entire family. Papa hates the fact that I'm really bad at studying, unlike Serafina, who's quick to pick up on the knowledge after being taught for the first time. Mamma wrinkles her nose at my bright and active personality. Apparently, I'm not quiet enough, which annoys her and gives her a pounding headache all the time. My older brother, Dario Moretti, even berates me all the time. "You're a disgrace to the Moretti family! What else are you capable of doing other than eating and sleeping?" Even Serafina has the gall to make fun of me, so I shove her to the floor out of anger. Mamma's expression darkens immediately. Then, she delivers a heavy slap across my cheek. "Serafina is your sister! If you're as docile as she is, you won't annoy me to the point I keep having headaches! "It's time for you to learn how to be a docile and understanding daughter in a behavioral correction academy!" So, I'm forced to study there. Two years later, my family picks me up from the academy. They keep calling my name, and yet I never respond to them. Professor Luca Caruso corrects them smilingly, "Mrs. Moretti, you must say the words, 'Activate.' Only then will NS-5 boot up on her own."