All Chapters of Bullied By My Alpha Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Nadia Surely, everything has an end…. But this didn't seem like it!Graduation couldn't have come any sooner than it did. Finally, it was time for me to say goodbye to All Martyrs High School. The school provided me with good memories, like meeting Jasmine and improving my grades.But nothing— and I mean every word of it—could take away the bitter memories of being bullied by Alex and Sandro, and, sometimes, Hardin. It always felt like they were on a mission to make life at All Martyrs a hell in a cell for me. Now, at long last, I would not have to see their faces ever again.“We made it,” Jasmine whispered to me as we took our seats amongst the other graduating students. The graduation stage was set brightly, adorned with balloons and flowers that seemed to celebrate our escape from this chapter of our lives.“Yes, we did.” I managed to say, a knot forming in my throat.“You don’t look happy. What’s wrong, Nadia?” Jasmine asked, as her eyes scanned my face with genuine curiosit

Chapter 4~Nadia Freedom is so expensive… but the thought of it hurts even more…My first day at college should have been one that the typical me looked forward to with excitement; after all, it was supposed to be a fresh start. But as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I felt nothing close to joy. My fingers traveled to my pussy and immediately it got there, all of the memories of the torture I went through with the twins replayed in my head. It had been weeks since that day, but every time I washed in the bathroom, or even stared at myself in the mirror, the chills from that day made my legs curl in fear. I could barely sleep, tossing and turning as the reality of facing another couple of years at All High College with Alex and Sandro weighed heavily on me. I couldn’t shake the familiar sense of dread. How could I look forward to my day when I knew they’d be lurking around every corner, ready to make my life even more miserable?It didn't seem like I was any close to f

CHAPTER SIX SANDRO DAVALO The only way we know!Weeks had passed, yet Nadia had not responded to our request to attend the party with us. I was beginning to get very, very angry, and I didn't mind teaching her a little lesson, one she would have a hard time forgetting. But my brother, Alex, always had a way of making me go against my word."Let's give her a little more time," he suggested when I brought up the idea of bullying her in front of the class."How much more could we possibly give her!?" I asked, my voice rising with each word. I was even more furious that he was becoming too soft because of her. He used to be as hard on her as I was, but since we got into college, he seemed to be less aggressive towards her."Do you not see that she is avoiding us?" I probed him even more, trying to ignite the old fire in him."I know, but I insist that we wait a little before confronting her," he said calmly, his usual fierce demeanor softened.Well, I wa

CHAPTER EIGHT NADIAWe were touching now, my body naked and exposed pressing against the twins.Alex picked up the sponge filled with soap and rubbed it against my body. His hands circled my nipples and moved down to my clits causing my toes to curl. After the countless times that they had humiliated me this way, I had learned to give up fighting and accept it as my fate. “Wash me.” Sandro passed me a sponge. I looked at their faces and the side of their lips that were raised had not dropped. “Do I have to?” “Do you have a choice?” He chuckled. He turned me to him, as I backed Alex whose fingers moved from my clit to my anus while he slowly washed me up. I washed Sandro, intentionally avoiding his cock till he forced my hand there. “Is that not a part of my body?”I snubbed him, taking my hands off. Till he pressed closer to me in a way that his cock was trapped in my thighs. I gasped as I felt it. At first, his flaccid cock, was pressed between my t

CHAPTER TEN NADIA Since it was the weekend the next day, Jasmine had asked me to come help her with the house chores. “I’ll pay for your services,” she said playfully over the phone, her tone light as if it were a casual conversation about the weather. I chuckled even though I had said nothing about being paid. The truth was, I desperately needed the money to keep up with my college expenses, but I wasn’t entirely convinced about going over to her house. The thought of seeing her husband, Hardin, made my stomach turn.Hardin was known for his over the hills temper, and the last time I saw him, his mood had been anything but friendly. He seemed to take special pleasure in making everyone he felt he could control feel uncomfortable when he was around. “I’m sorry,” I said to her, cutting the conversation short and hanging up the phone before I could dwell on it too much.After pacing around my small apartment for a few minutes, the guilt began to cr