How Not To Be Passive Aggressive Novels & Stories

“Passive aggressiveness?” “You know that you have anger issues that you have to deal with, and I have always told you it is not okay for you to deposit that on my children.” He says and at this point, I feel maybe I should step out because I do not want to listen in to their fight anymore. This is just too much for me to listen to. “Don’t fvcking tell me that Abel.” My jaw falls again. “Harmony, watch your tongue with me.” “Yeah, whatever,” She says and I think I can hear footsteps walking away. She is pissed alright.

I ask, arching my eyebrow. "Listen. Cam gets like that. She gets mad and only wants to see it her own way. You gotta be aggressive with her. Make her listen. If you know you truly didn't do anything, don't let your relationship fall apart because she's misinterpreting the situation and falsely accusing you." he says. Everyone including me looks up at him, in shock. "What?" he says, shrugging. "You're the last person I'd expect to talk about aggression. You're so.. chill." Mark says, tossing a grape in the air to catch it in his mouth.

"Are you in or what?" "Bad idea, Emilia," I said. "Besides, seeking revenge is my personal affair; I can't possibly drag you into my shit." "Fine, then what's your plan?" she asked. "Honestly, I haven't thought of a plan yet, but for now, just my presence annoys her to death. Why should I rack my brain over how to get back at her?" "What? Please tell me you are not turning into a passive-aggressive saint now. Since when did you start playing Miss Goody Two Shoes?"

I was in my rebellious era. “Did I do something wrong? I feel like you are angry with me when it should be the other way around” He spoke calmly like someone who was walking on a bed of roses with merciless thorns, as though I was a wounded animal. “I don’t know, do I have anything to be angry with you for?” I replied without turning to look at him. “No, I don’t think I think anything that should warrant this passive aggression I am getting from you but at the same time, I may have made you angry without knowing hence the question”

“ I am not that stupid.” “ Say that after losing that grip of yours on my neck, it's like you are trying to choke me to death,” he said as he tipped his chin to her hands that were gripping his neck because she was surprised when he suddenly raised her in his arms. “ Such a passive-aggressive girl you are, your mouth says one thing and yet you do the other. I can’t help but think that you are actually thinking of hurting me, after all, I have heard from the members of the pack that witches who are silent are the ones who are most capable of killing someone. Witches and people who are silent aggressors are the ones who we need to watch out for, after all, there is a chance that you might kill

Angela replied. “Oh shut up Angie, you wouldn’t even know a good idea if it was staring you right in the face. Stick to softening cocks and draining balls. That you are good at,” He spat out in anger without even turning to look at her. Angela wasn’t fazed or offended by his insults. She was used to it, especially when he was pissed off. It was his own form of passive aggression or so she thought. She got up and hugged him from behind, pressing her soft boobs and hard nipples against his back before she kissed his neck making him shiver slightly from the pleasure her touch brought to him.

“If you want me, you make the first move. I’m not going to make another one. If you don’t want me, then fine. I’ll be the rock star, you’ll be the journalist, and it’ll be cool. No harm, no foul. But no passive-aggressive bullshit from you about how I live my life. No snarky little comments or hateful stares just because other women are into me. “You want me? I’m yours. But you let me know.” And with that, he strode across the room, opened the door, and was gone before I could even answer.

“Zee, we are trying to be as calm as we can here, you being this way is not helping…” Immediately my body tensed. My heart pounded harder in my chest, ready to jump from my seat, until another warning snarl from my wolf stopped me. ‘He is seeing you as acting aggressively. That smile would likely be seen as smug. Almost goading. Not apologetic. This is your parents. Give them the respect they deserve. We are here to try to fix things, not make them worse.’ My wolf warned angrily. So it would seem my smile was seen as me goading them? Wonderful. And I had angered my wolf too. Even better. I slowly shook my head.

Talking to Colin had calmed my mind and now I needed to sleep. "You know you don't have to deal with this alone," Colin said. “I’m used to it,” I said quietly. “See, that's the problem. You shouldn't be used to it," Colin countered. I hesitated. “Then what do I do?” Colin studied me for a long moment before saying, “You stop reacting to him. You start getting proactive." “Proactive?" He nodded. “You can’t spend the rest of the week letting him get to you. The King will expect you to make a choice on your own not because you were bullied into a decision. You need space to assess and make the best decision for yourself."

When Clara responds, I do not rush to fill the space after her words. I let silence do some of the work, nodding once, absorbing the meaning before reacting. If I disagree, I do not contradict her outright. I rephrase, check my understanding, and allow me the dignity of feeling heard even as it gently redirects the conversation. Calm, for me, is not passivity; it is patience sharpened into strategy. I acknowledge it without surrendering to it. “I want to be honest,” I said quietly, as though honesty itself requires caution.