I Am Looking Respectfully Novels & Stories

"Do you find me amusing?" "Pardon me," I said, composing myself. "Those words sound like a generic customer service script. You kidnapped me, your people hurt someone I care about, dragged me here, and let your men touch my body without permission. It is regrettable that you do not understand the meaning of respect or harm."

I straightened and cleared my throat, speaking a bit calmer now. “Now properly greet your Luna and give her the respect she deserves.”

“Look.” I do, and my stomach knots instantly. People—dozens of them—are outside the low, pretty buildings that are starting to appear. They’re standing in small groups, waving, bowing their heads in a gesture of profound respect as we pass. Smiling like I’m royalty. The atmosphere isn't aggressive; it’s one of patient, expectant reverence. “Are they doing that for you, or for me?” I mutter, feeling exposed under the gaze of so many eyes.

she began carefully. “But you will still do it, won’t you?” I cut in, my voice calm but edged. Her jaw tightened slightly. There it was. The real reason. She stepped back fully now, folding her arms. Not submissive. Not challenging either. Just… steady. “Yes,” she said at last. “I will.” A flicker of respect moved through me despite my irritation. “Then say it,” I told her. Her eyes searched mine, as if measuring how far she could go.

“Luci—” “I don’t care what men like you do,” I said, cutting in gently. “I knew what this marriage was from the beginning. I know what world you live in.” His eyes narrowed just a bit. "So, why do you feel hurt?" "Even if that’s the case," I replied, locking eyes with him, "I still deserve respect." A hush fell between us. “I refuse to be discussed as if I were just an object,” I went on. “Like some sort of contract you tolerate while searching for comfort elsewhere."

"Then why did you just call me ma'am? Or do I look like your mother?" Honestly speaking, at first, I had a good impression of her but from how things are turning out, I am starting to despise her because of her mere attitude and rudeness. "No, you don't look like my mom and are you even slightly to resemble her. In our pack and school, we use ma'am when you are talking to someone whom we don't know their names and also to show respect to them," I explained hoping she would understand me. "Wonderful. At least you know that an ugly and valuable person like you should respect me."

Look… this isn't because I don't want you. " Her brows drew together, but she didn't look away. Not angry anymore, but still guarded. "Then why?" she asked quietly. She just stared at me, and for a second, I could see every thought flicker across her face...confusion, hurt, and something like understanding trying to break through. “Hey, ” I said quietly. “Look at me. ” When her eyes met mine, I swallowed hard. “I stopped because I respect you. Because I’m not

Mary's POV "I'm sorry for shouting at you," I whine my body and eyes, smiling. "So glad to have you, I've got to respect you same way you respect me." I grab him sideways, looking up at him with admiration. He smiles at me, then he parts his lips, about to say something to me, I observe that Peter is looking expectantly. "I want you to respect my dad, the same way you respect me.", Though it's a serious instruction, he puts in a very casual way that wouldn't hurt me.

He screamed. " Do you want me to throw them out? " I heard him, being all angry. And using my wish as an excuse to do what he wants too. I turned to stare at his face but he won't stare at mine he was keeping his eyes on the ground. At them." They are our guest, we can't do that.. No matter what they are and how they react we should always respect them that's the ethic! "I said what I believe in and I've went towards the stairs walking down.

I hurriedly asked her , “Since I met you in the church, I’ve always admired and respected you,” She embraced herself firmly as if she was feeling cold, with her eyes fixed on one spot on the floor. Her mind was captured in absence. “Admire me? Maybe that’s true, but having respect for my feeling is false. You dont respect me, if you do you wont trample on my self respect,” " I beg your pardon , can you explain further,” I said listening with rapt attention.