Animosity Novels & Stories

Zen replied gritting his teeth. I couldn’t control my temper. I grabbed the collar of his shirt angrily, "You-!" Suddenly a knife hit my arm making me scream in pain as I left Zen's collars. I fell on my knees again grabbing the place where the knife was still pierced.

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

said Arjun calmly making Siddharth more furious at his taunts. Mishty found it wise to leave the place in silence when Siddharth and Arjun started their eye war again. After all, she has only 15 minutes left to reach for her interview. Siddharth and Arjun didn't bother to fight with Mishty more as they were already stressed out with this encounter. Siddharth gets back to his car followed by Arjun. Both leave the place not before murdering them with glares once again. The more they try to show their anger through their eyes, the more the pain inside pops out overpowering the anger. That's the sole reason they turned colder to hide their emotions deep inside where no one could find them.

It was common knowledge who her father was a corrupt politician that dug his own grave by working for minataur. Raven's pov I saw red at Seth's words.white hot blinding rage that consumed every fiber of my being. My eyes a blood chilling red. That was a low blow talking about my family was always the one way to set me off. Luke warned me about letting my emotions getting the best of me. " you must be cool and detached not letting your enemies getting you to react' don't fear those that boast but fear the calm the calm don't need to boast because the calm already knows what there going to do".

Akshay muttered boredly. "You are the most unromantic man in whole world, no whole universe." I shouted at him. "As if, you are the most romantic in the whole world." He huffed at me. "I don't want to fight with you." I said while collecting the dishes from the table. "It is my hobby to fight with you." Sarcasm in Akshay's tone was highly evident. "Don't talk to me." I muttered irritated with him. "It was you who wanted to talk, remember?" He snarked while walking ahead of me.

Her words dripped with defiance. Richard's anger boiled over, his forehead veins pulsing with rage as he bared his teeth at his mother. The weight of their actions, their years of tormenting a family, crashed down on him with crushing guilt. Now, Ana's hatred burned deep, her eagerness to divorce him a bitter reminder of the irreversible damage he had caused.

Why I was beginning to get jealous and super possessive was beyond me but he was mine and I needed her to know that whether she likes it or not. Her features showed she was taken aback by my sudden harsh words but she quickly recovered and had the guts to speak rudely towards me. "I don't think that's up to you to decide is it? And shouldn't you be locked up in a room somewhere as the unclaimed human you are?" My eyes widened at her words. "Better than being loose hormonal pet like you." I spat back at her. "Vampire reject." She bad mouthed back. "Demented retard." I spat back to which she launched herself at me with a punch.

The seal bore the mark of the rival pack, and a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension coursed through me as I broke it open. With each word I read, my anger grew, fueled by Liam’s mocking tone and belittling remarks. He scoffed at our preparations, dismissing them as weak and futile. His words taunted the very core of our pack, challenging our strength, our unity, and our resolve. His arrogance cut deep, piercing through my composure. In a surge of frustration, I crumpled the letter in my hand, unable to bear the weight of his insults any longer. Without thinking, I hurled the paper against the wall, its impact a release for the anger that burned within me.

My thoughts were consumed by a seething hatred for Cyrus, whose scheming machinations threatened to unravel everything I held dear. Every encounter with him only fueled the flames of my animosity. His smug demeanor, his mocking tone—it all grated on my nerves like sandpaper against raw skin. Yet, I knew I had to tread carefully, for the sake of my people and my own precarious position in this world of politics and power. Beneath the veneer of composure, beneath the mask of civility I wore for appearances, lurked a fierce determination—a determination to thwart Cyrus's ambitions at every turn, to protect what was rightfully mine, no matter the cost. I knew what

He let out a low growl and his hands flexed into fists at his sides. Her face was flushed with shame and rage. She couldn’t imagine how Agnar felt at having her insulted that way when she’d done nothing to provoke it. She hadn’t embarrassed herself. She hadn’t embarrassed him, even with whatever they’d given her. She might have felt wanton, but her cravings were entirely for him, her mate, and even if he was nothing but a cruel stranger in a new, harsh land, she refused to think that it was wrong for mates to desire each other.