Frowned Upon In This Establishment Novels & Stories

one grumbles, a stocky hunter with a mark on his jaw. Some look at me, some with a brief, fleeting pity, while others curl their lips in disdain. Kael's one of them, grinning like he did when he spat on my shoes. I remain stiff, head held high, yet the burden of their gazes makes me feel diminutive.

They wouldn't hesitate to kick me out. Now, his disgusted look hurt me more. "Yeah. Watch where you are going, and don't go crashing into people." +++

Elias tilted his head, studying it. It's not flashy. Not polished. Certainly not the sort of establishment he would ever choose on his own. It looked almost deliberately plain, a place people went to vanish into the crowd and not to be seen. Which, of course, was likely the point. Justin didn’t want anyone catching them together.

A more diplomatic way to say ‘Get the fuck out and don’t leave a bad review on Yelp. By now, my face was beet red, which was made even worse by the fact that other people around us were staring and whispering amongst themselves. I could feel their glares on my skin—no doubt judging the drunk little hussy who had practically assaulted a VIP. So I didn’t need more convincing.

she stated and I frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

He turns to me. Our gazes lock, his eyes concealing their true intentions. He mutters, "I simply cannot bear the thought of your blood staining the entrance of my building. It would be a catastrophic omen, detrimental to my reputation. Consider yourself permanently barred from ever setting foot here!" "I—" I start, but he's already striding away. I watch his retreating figure, muttering to myself, "What a despicable personality."

The palpable tension in the room seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog. His eyes scanned the damaged entrance, and with a hint of exasperation, he turned to address the mob, his voice laden with sarcasm, "The door wasn't even locked," Thorian pointed out, his disdain palpable in the stillness of the room. The room's occupants exchanged puzzled glances, and a collective murmur swept through the crowd, their initial anger giving way to confusion.

It is not until she sees the vendor’s eyes widen in shock, and the growl of discontent on his lips that she realizes her misstep. “Stupid wolf!” the vendor hisses in a language thick with disdain, his expression twisted with anger. The murmurs of her crew nearby are muffled but tinged with nervous laughter, the unspoken embarrassment hanging thick in the air. Amelia's heart sinks momentarily, the laughter of her crew cutting through the tapestry of welcoming noises like a dagger.

He frowned as he walked up to the next ward. "What is going on?"

F-ck! “Also, make sure your small business doesn't lose money,” Martin added with a grin to Mr. Zamora. The old man bowed, but you could tell he was only suppressing his rage. Martin gave us one more look before leaving, followed by his colleagues, who only smirked and waved as if they were mocking us. They’ve destroyed our night! People were whispering to us, I noticed as I looked around. We also observed people, particularly the women who admire Martin. TCH.