Fix Your Attitude Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes while I loosened my tie before slumping on my chair. I messed up because of her. In every client, I saw her. Those pretty hazel orbs were making me go round the bend such that I even addressed the wife of the client as Aditi. "You need to fix your attitude or better play the Aditi card." "What do you mean?"

_“Why can't he just own up to his mistakes without making me feel like the bad guy for once?" Adrian shifted his head slightly and crossed his arm, turning his attention to the other side of the mountain, like he hadn't just heard me call his name. _“Unbelievable, he's the one who messed up, but I'm the one who has to deal with his attitude?"_ I rolled my eyes and held a coat towards him. “Look, it doesn't matter if you think you're tough. But freezing to death out here isn't going to prove anything, so just take it”.

"Osbert, do you really think money can mend the wounds you’ve caused? You’ve left me with scars that will last a lifetime! Even if I were to forgive you, how could I ever be around the same people who see me as nothing more than a servant instead of your partner? An apology might fix some things, but it can’t change a poor attitude. You have a pattern of repeating your mistakes, and I refuse to risk my mental well-being hoping to fix someone who is already broken." "Melissa, please..." His apology was making me so angry, he really takes me for a fool. So after everything he put me through, he expects me to forgive him and accept him back? Not after everything I went through and with his bad

Atticus bared his teeth. “She is mine,” he muttered, glowering at Alpha Elijah. “She belongs to nobody.” Elijah’s throat bobbed. More words ran through Atticus’s head, though they no longer helped him fight: arrogant, self-serving, supercilious, stuck up, proud… They did not help him fight, but they calmed the rapid beat of his heart and soothed his anguished mind. He was so close to Lily – so close – and this fool was standing in his way.

"It doesn't necessarily make you a bad person, Sophia, but it does make your attitude bad. Because some people use that word out of anger, when their emotions are unstable, while others just use it as an expression." Boy, if I was any normal kid steam would seep out my ears right about now. This is a high school level lecture, psychology-wise, she thought to herself. "So, Uncle Edward," she said. "I often hear Aunt Gray use that word even if there was no dog around. Does that make her a good or bad person?" "Gray is a good person." He paused. "With a bad attitude." He softly chuckled. "She is definitely not a bad person, although it is not obvious why."

It framed my face differently. I looked… good. "That's me?" I asked in disbelief. "Unfortunately," he replied playfully. I let out a small breath. "I… thank you." "Don't overthink it," he said. "You're still the same person. You just don't look like a mess anymore." I nodded slowly. "Good," he said. "Now we fix your attitude." "There's more?" "There's always more," he said seriously as I sighed. "Now… we teach you how to make her look at you twice."

"But..." "You want to be strong and to be strong, you must show yourself confident, lowering your gaze doesn't tell me that. So, raise it and if any alpha bothers you for that, remember who you are. I don't care if you must use me now as a shield until you create your own, but, I need you to start changing your attitude.

“You wouldn’t be stopping here if the guy likes you anyway. So I assumed that he didn’t and you hated the fact that your roomie was getting all his attention.” I could feel from his tone of voice that he was annoyed with the woman’s situation. He tapped the frame of his eyeglasses up to his nose then glanced back at his laptop. “This isn’t a love case. This is you and your insecurity issues. You hated the fact that this guy isn’t giving you the attention and is giving it to the girl that he really likes. So there’s nothing much that we can do here except to tell you the truth.”

Atticus shot back, "How insecure are you?" A mixture of frustration and hurt swirled within me. "Oh, trust me, you guys have done a splendid job chipping away at that over time," I responded, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "But guess what? I don't need you to remind me of my shortcomings. I've become quite skilled at finding my own ways to cope. I've been doing it my whole life, and I'm certain I can manage a few more times." In that instant, they exchanged a quick, guilt-ridden look that didn't escape my notice.

"I mistakenly bump into her. She was actually the one that cause it. She wasn't looking at where she was going. you need to see how this lady insulted me.. like seriously I haven't seen such an attitude before Bro. This is my....." my assistant walked in without knocking... "Excuse me, sir??"She said " Can't you see I'm busy??" I said with a bit of anger in my voice "But Mr. Fran...." "I don't care.....you are fired. I can't work with a girl who doesn't have manners.." I thundered', making the poor girl flinch. I could see tears balancing in her eyes but I didn't care...she didn't have manners and that's all that matters.