Animosity Novels & Stories

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

In fact, his face is even more serious too. "Their time was up. I did what I had to do. Everything should go according to schedule." He gazed at her with apologetic eyes. Ava slams both hands on the table as she stands up. Going over the other side to yank his white shirt. She was breathing heavily out of rage. Her dark brown eyes lit up with bloodlust. Hands and lips trembling as she held him. Swallowing hard before she could compose herself to say a word.

The room fell into an eerie silence as I awaited her response, hoping for an explanation that would make sense of this sudden animosity. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with a mixture of anger and contempt. "You have no place here," she spat, her voice laced with venom. The words cut through me like a knife, leaving me feeling small and insignificant. The shock of her words reverberated through my being. I was still trying to wrap my head around the situation, struggling to comprehend why Elijah's mother was so angry with me. Confusion and hurt swirled within me, making it difficult to make sense of it all.

she remarked, her words dripping with malice as she attempted to goad me into a reaction. The mounting anger inside me reached a boiling point, fueled by Allison's cruel words that cut deep into my core. I fought to contain the seething fury within me, knowing that succumbing to violence was not the answer. However, as Allison's taunts continued to chip away at my composure, I realized I had to make a stand and show her the extent of my resolve.

His hands are clung into fists, his facial idioms exuding nothing but animosity and danger. At this point, the terror in me recedes in a flicker, turning into a rage, and instead of walking away from this varmint, I plant my feet sharp on the ground, and try to fix my lagged dress first. I take my time, and he doesn't care to help even when I struggle with my zipper. His unwarranted rage has subjugated the gentlemanliness in him and I abhor him for depicting such immense animosity toward me. I finish and rack before him without caring how demeaning his tall frame feels to me. "Games, you say?" I mumble between gritted teeth, and

Hamna shouted at her in her high pitched voice. "Get out of my office!" Sheharzaad shouted back at her making her jaw clench. "Watch your back," she threatened before leaving the office and shut the door violently. Sheharzaad sat down, taking in a deep breath. She knew her anger wasn't directed at Hamna, it was vent up inside her. The anger that she just leashed now on Hamna was stored in her for him. But she knew, she won't dare, ever dare, not even in her wildest dreams talk infront him like that.

I replied, my voice steady and resolute. “I won’t allow your bitterness and animosity to dictate my actions. I stand tall, unyielding.” The room seemed to hold its breath as our words hung in the air, the power struggle between us intensifying. Our bitter history colored every interaction, making it difficult to find common ground. But in that moment, as our gazes locked and our unspoken animosity simmered, a part of me felt a glimmer of pride. I refused to let Alexis’s bitterness consume me. I would stand my ground, knowing that Khalid’s love and loyalty shielded me from any harm she might try to inflict.

I didn’t hide anything from Antonio; he was family. In the space of fewer than five minutes, the look of hunger that had been on his face was replaced by one of rage, which made his eyes look dark and cold and his face appear menacing. His body was now in a threatening stance. The woman who was standing next to him and about to put food on his plate cowers in fear. He picked up the dining table and hurled it across the room in an impressive display of strength. The table shattered into little pieces, and I went back. I have never seen Antonio show such hostility towards his opponents, but I get the impression that he is taking this fight very personally. I slowly raised my head to look in th

When he looks at me, I can see the pissed off expression on his face. "Watch where the fuck you're going!" he blurts out, baring his teeth. I'm surprised and taken aback by the level of animosity he has towards me just because I've bumped into him. I look up into electric blue eyes, cold and hard, glaring angrily at me. He doesn't even offer to help me up. What a jerk. But even though he's being a jerk , I can't help but suck in a sigh at the strange feelings he seems to invoke in me right now. He has a prominent jaw with a straight Roman nose and thick black eyebrows.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-