Animosity Novels & Stories

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Chapter 12: Before Morning Lucian's Pov Kae was already moving before Karl finished the sentence. That was the thing about him I had spent six years misreading as aggression. It wasn't aggression. It was the absence of the pause that most people needed between receiving information and deciding what to do with it. Kae processed and moved in the same motion and the speed of it looked like anger from the outside but from this close it looked like something else entirely. I watched him pull his jacket on and check his phone and start running through what we had in a voice that was low and even and completely controlled.

“I’m sorry about your brothers.” “They were good men,” Jake said. “I’m very prone to revenge, but I’ve also learned that sometimes by waiting, you agitate your enemies more. By letting the dust settle, you give yourself time to plan. You can look whoever you think did this in the eye, tell them you’re not sure who’s responsible … wait … plan your revenge. When you do finally take them out, it’ll be much more fun watching them squirm, especially if they thought they got away with it.”

The fury wasn’t hot; it was calculating, patient, and utterly lethal. “You’re using their threat against me as the bait,” Sabatine whispered, a mix of awe and dread twisting inside him. “I am using everything,” Anton corrected, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “They made it personal. They made it about you. So now, the only objective is their total annihilation. Not victory. Annihilation. Kijani is nothing. A piece on a board. You…” His voice broke, the control slipping for a second, revealing the raw, terrified love beneath. “…you are the board. And I will burn the whole game down before I let them take you.”

“She had motive, anger, and the guts to pull something that twisted. And if it wasn’t her, she damn well knows who it was.” My back hit the wall behind me. I pressed against it, shutting my eyes just for a second. Because deep down, my instincts had whispered the same thing. Alex’s hatred had never been simple. It had never been just dislike—it was obsessive, sharp enough to wound. The kind of hatred that might bleed into something darker. Zarek leaned closer, the cocky glint in his eye dimming to something rawer, sharper. His shoulder brushed mine, his voice pitched low like the corridor itself might be listening.

I hesitated before asking the question that had been bothering me. “Will my parents be there?” His expression hardened. “I don't want you to fear your parents.” I frowned. “What?” “I want you to fear me.” My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. “That doesn't even make sense.” “It does to me.” “Why would you want me to fear you?” Luciano leaned back. “Because fear keeps people from becoming careless.” I stared at him. “That's a terrible reason.” “Maybe.” His gaze held mine. “But I don't want you to break easily.”

His name slipped out, barely above a whisper. He stilled. For one endless moment, the world narrowed to the space between our mouths. His gaze dropped to my lips. I watched the muscle in his jaw flex, saw the conflict storming behind his eyes—anger, frustration, and something darker he refused to name. His thumb rose, hovering just shy of brushing my lower lip. Not touching. Not quite. The almost-contact burned worse than any hit. “You think you can handle this league, Danica?” he whispered. His breath warmed my skin. “You think you can stand in a man’s world when every shift, every check, every second on the ice feels like this?”

“ What a good son ! “ said Damian . “ My son , of course . “ said Antonio with a bragging tone . “ It feels like he is parenting you instead of you parenting him . “ said Damian . “ …..You really keep getting more annoying with every passing day . “ said Antonio with a cute sulky expression . “ Did you just call me annoying ? “ said Damian with a surprised smile . “ I am off work and I finally get to express my inner feelings . “ said Antonio . “ Oh……and what could those inner feelings be ? “ asked Damian . “ My utmost annoyance and troubles cause by you , boss . “ said Antonio with a smile .

"I put my hand in my bag and grasped the gun just in case, but he must have saw it. I saw his eyes, Austin. I saw his whole demeanor change once he saw I had something that could potentially hurt him. He was so quick I didn't know how to even react. When he backed up and I started to run I could see the anguish on his face. He's broken. He may put up a good front, but your brother needs someone." Candice just blew my mind. I had a feeling it was something that set Max off but having her confirm it has made me a little weary of Max's condition. I hate that he did this to her, accident or not, but I'm grateful she sees it for what it is. Not many people would still look at Max the same way. Th

Why then must I keep hoping? How dare she preaches values she does not follow? What a cunning and vicious creature! The more I hear my parents arguing, the angrier I am getting. For the first time, I feel hatred. Great animosity for this mate of mine. I have a strong urge to taste the sweet scent of her blood on my taste buds. "This is not you, Manny! Why are you thinking like this? I will not let you hurt our mate, no matter what! If I must have a fallout with you, so be it! Pull yourself together, boy."