Indignation Novels & Stories

"Well, you look extremely beautiful." "Your eyes are a different color, one I have not seen on people your kind? "Black people, you mean?" Grace blushed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. That was very...racist of me. Forgive me." She babbled. Bonnie smiled, "it's okay." "May I continue?" Grace asked Bonnie nodded.

“ You know what, if you all don’t get finished with my tasks by the time I get back I’ll have you scrubbing the floors with toothbrushes! “ I threaten The young ones look scared of me at that moment, but the older ones couldn’t be bothered to listen to me. I can’t believe I even said yes to this. I didn’t know why everyone hated me. Was it my looks? My attitude? Somehow, when people were around me their moods decreased and they just got angry with me. Even that Ethan guy hated me from the beginning. “ Get to work, “ I yell a little too loudly. Then, there was a knock on the door.

NO ONE HAD DONE THIS OUTRAGEOUS THING TO ME! YOU WILL PAY BADLY! YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!

Every step he took echoed with the weight of disappointment and anger. His normally cool and collected demeanor had been replaced by a storm of emotions. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight with tension, as he glared at the articles spread across his desk. The news of their loss threatened to go viral, and Zion knew he had to act swiftly to protect the reputation of the Zion Groups.

Chapter 19 I stared at the photo that had been trending all over social media and the more I stared at it , the angrier I was . I couldn’t just accept the fact that this girl was literally doing nonsense with this . I felt like my heart was going to rip apart by just starring at the picture alone , infect I thought that the picture was going to annoy me , but no , that a fucking lie . I felt so disgusted by the video , all that I felt was rage , I just wanted to kill that bastard alone .

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

Not the controlled management of difficult emotions. Genuine shock.

Electricity snapped through me at the contact, sharp and unwanted. He looked down at me through half-lidded eyes. I stared back, refusing to look away. “No strings attached?” My voice came out quieter than I meant. He shook his head once. Something ugly and furious ignited in my chest. As if we could ever be anything. Before I could think better of it, I drove my knee up. Hard. He grunted and folded with a sharp breath. “No,” I snapped. “I’m not interested.” I bolted for the door.

Frustration bubbled up within her, mixed with a feeling of anger and sadness. Knowing that she could not sit still anymore, Natalie rose to her feet. She was tired, tired of the silence, tired of feeling lost, tired of being kept in the dark. Her anger simmered within her, ready to explode. She faced the closed door and breathed with fury, pounding on it with all her might.

The shock hit me like a physical blow, my jaw slack in disbelief. Soon, the disbelief curdled into fury. How could he? How dare he? The audacity of his words hit me like a slap in the face. Pushing myself up from my seat, I towered over him, eyes narrowed into slits of pure disdain. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready to lash out at this insufferable man who had the gall to insult me so blatantly.