I Am Looking Respectfully Novels & Stories

“But still too casual. You are not speaking to friends. You are addressing power.” I straightened at once, resetting my posture as though my body had been waiting for correction. Of course. “Again.” I obeyed without argument, lifting my chin, softening my expression until it became something measured—neither inviting nor cold. “Good evening,” I said more carefully this time. “It is an honor to be in your presence.” Her head tilted slightly, unimpressed but attentive. “Closer. But you are still asking for approval. A royal does not seek acceptance. A royal acknowledges presence.”

He said rather calmly. I looked at him in surprise, was power all I needed for them to respect me? They couldn't respect me as an ordinary person but they could respect me as a princess? Should I be grateful to them for respecting me more that they see that I'm in a position higher than them? Amelia broke into my thoughts and said something before I could reply him. "I don't think you have a right to call her name like that. There's no one watching us right now so you have to respect her even if you're the professor. You don't get to talk to the princess like that!"

I pause just outside the door, place a hand on the frame, and close my eyes for a breath. Then I step inside. All the conversations quiet. Faces turn towards me. Eyes red rimmed, shoulders stiff. My pack. My responsibility. I offer a small, respectful nod of my head, my voice calm but steady as I say, “Thank you all for being here. I… I wanted to speak with you personally. Not as your Alpha, but as someone who stood beside your loved ones. They were brave. They were loyal. And tomorrow, we honor them together.” I can see the tears brimming in a few eyes already. My voice falters, just a little, but I keep going.

No, no goddamn it. I never tolerate any disrespect towards me, if any person who dared to do that I myself show that person the real me and how long I can go to teach the person manners. If I am at fault, I will surrender myself, I will even give myself to that person, give that person all rights what that person want to do with me. But if there was not my mistake still others try to snatch my self-respect, try to torn apart my dignity I will not hesitate to taste that person his own medicine.

She had that habit of walking like the whole damn floor belonged to her. I didn’t turn. I let her stand there. I wanted her to stew in her own silence. After a beat, I said without looking back, “Is greeting far from your side these days, or has respect gone extinct already?” Her voice slid through the morning like a blade. “Respect should be earned, Dante. Maybe take up the cross you keep preaching about and set the example, instead of waiting for people to worship you.” I smiled into my wine. Damn! woman was blunt, I’d give her that. I finally turned, gave her the kind of smile that usually made people question whether I was amused or ready to destroy them.

the boy said with a respectful bow. I blinked, confused. What did I do to deserve a thank you? Maybe he was just used to speaking that way — polite, even when life wasn’t fair. Maybe that’s how he survived around people like Damian: by smiling, being respectful, and saying what they wanted to hear. Because that’s what men like Damian wanted — respect, obedience, and silence. "Oh," I mumbled awkwardly under my breath. As we walked forward, several doctors passing by stopped to bow respectfully.

He had my body on edge and my hormones clamouring for attention. “You’ll need to work on that, too. You have to say it like you mean it, Lois. You say the word ‘Sir’ like it’s about as attractive as venereal disease. It’s a term of respect. If you can’t whisper it like a lover, at least try to make it sound respectful.” “Why are you making this so difficult?” I got out through gritted teeth.

"I am not being immature. I am the Alpha and I deserve respect." "Respect isn't given, Boris, it's earned!" My words echoed around the room, the intensity of my fury reverberating off the walls. Boris flinched, startled by my sudden outburst. It was rare for me to let my emotions get the better of me. "You gain respect not with arrogance or insolence, but with wisdom and diplomacy!"

She looked at me from head to toe that I found very disrespectful. "It's so disrespectful to look at someone that way." I muttered not minding to say good evening to her "I am sorry. Please, take a seat." She smiled awkwardly I sat down in front of her while my bodyguards were standing behind me. "I don't have much time to have some chit chat with you. I will get straight to the point; I want that engagement to stop as soon as possible." If someone who knows me very well will see me like this, I definitely won't believe that it was me that's talking because of the strong aura I am showing. I want her to fear and respect me.

It's not glossy but it sure adds a touch to her aesthetic. "I'm glad we're clear on that part." I said, feeling disgusted. This woman is not a friend and even if she was, someone who walks to the room of the wife of a man she knows to pay her respect doesn't do so in a rude way. What is even more annoying is she's being so gentle and anyone who watches will think I'm the one who acted out. I sure am about to. "I don't care what you mean to my husband but you certainly don't mean anything to me. Don't come over to pay your respects to someone who doesn't care about your existence." That wasn't subtle but it wasn't harsh either.