I Am Looking Respectfully Novels & Stories

God? "Are you seriously talking back at me?" He questioned, obviously becoming flustered. I scoffed. "And so? Do you think I'll let you talk to me like that? Do I look like a child that you can scold whenever you feel like?" "You idiot. How…" He grouched, but before he could speak further, I raised my hands in disagreement. "No no." I said. "If you need respect from others, learn to respect first, ok? I only came here for your son, and not to get insulted for liking your son, huh?"

There was a slight edge to his tone, as if my action had unsettled him more than it should have. I straightened slowly, letting a small smile rest on my lips as I met his gaze again. “I believe it is only right to show respect to the alpha of this pack,” I said calmly, my voice steady and even, “after all, I am merely a guest here now, am I not?” A murmur spread through the council. I could see the way some of them exchanged glances, the unspoken questions passing between them, and one of the elders leaned forward slightly, his brows drawn together as he studied me more closely.

He studied my face, not as a god, not as a witness but as a man afraid of his own shadow. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “He respects consent the way storms respect doors.” A beat. “They don’t ignore them.” “They simply decide if they feel like listening.” My skin prickled. I shifted closer instead of backing away. “You’re still here,” I told him. “That’s what matters.”

he added. I held his gaze. And for a moment, I believed him a little. I turned away again, walking slowly toward the bed before sitting down at the edge of it. My hands rested lightly on my lap, my fingers brushing against each other absentmindedly. “This is what I wanted,” I said quietly. The words slipped out before I could stop them. Adrian stilled slightly behind me. “What do you mean?” he asked. I let out a small breath. “This,” I repeated. “A conversation. Respect. Being treated like I actually exist.”

so I made a face. I grinned wryly. "As if I needed you?" I was forced to use sarcasm. It is hard for me to be courteous if he is in front of me. I'll never be able to respect him. Respect must be gained. He should understand how to respect others as well if he wants to be respected. Particularly to me. He does not strike me as a high man. I don't give a damn about his wealth or money. I'll be rude too as long as he is.

My upbringing emphasized respect and courtesy, and I had no intention of departing from those values now. With a composed demeanor, I stepped aside, allowing her to proceed with her task. My mother's teachings had instilled within me a commitment to politeness and humility, a legacy I carried with pride. "I'm genuinely grateful for your efforts, but if you wouldn't mind, please take it back. I've decided to have breakfast downstairs with everyone," I conveyed, ensuring my words carried a respectful tone that wasn't intended to offend. It was important to me to maintain courtesy and diplomacy, even in the face of potential misunderstandings.

In this life, I’ve learned that respect isn’t just earned—it’s commanded. And those who refuse to bend the knee will pay the price.

Quiet and uncomfortable as they stand feet apart. "Good morning," I greet them, making sure to make eye co tact with each and every one of them so they know I'm greeting them all. "Morning," they all mumble in response, wanting to look away but knowing they must continue to look at my until I release eye contact. That's the utmost respect, and I'm glad to say each of them hold my gaze for as long as I choose to remain on them.

One elder asked. I smirked as I looked at him. “I don't expect you to trust me, I expect you to respect me.” I said firmly while looking the elder in the eyes causing him to flinch. “Please don't hurt me,” he muttered under his breath. I looked at everyone surrounding and realized that they are looked at me with fear and tremble in their eyes. From my parents I saw respect and humility.

No one was going to shake her. “I like you. You did not lower your body because that would distract my son’s attention. You did not make a remark or sneer at the young one for being impolite. And now, your eyes are lowered. You have your standards, therefore, you have my respect. And for that, whenever I talk to you, you are permitted to look me in the eye. For you too are a child of noble birth.”