Manners Novels & Stories

anna always like to look down on and think ill of people. She always thinks of people with a standard background as gold diggers. She always said they only know how to use unscrupulous means to make a living. “Don’t shout at me as if what I said Is wrong. I only asked because I know she can’t afford this place. What is wrong with making sure?” Adrianna mumbled. “If so then get out of here and let us enjoy this meal in peace.” Jael retorted coldly. “I’m already here, why should I leave? I’m not going!” she then sat down and started eating as if she wasn’t the one who was talking smack just now. The other three looked speechlessly at her. They ignored her and sat down as well to eat. As they w

“You’re so demanding! Not looking at you doesn’t mean I’m still mad. We made up yesterday, remember? We’re just talking—why do I have to look at you?” “Because it’s rude not to face the person you’re speaking to. It’s basic manners, Manuela,” he said with a hint of frustration. Manuela shifted her position to face him fully. “There! Happy now? Do you have any other complaints?” she snapped. Uno let out a low growl before moving to the sofa across from her. “This is fucking better.” “You know, if you’d just sat there from the start, you wouldn’t have anything to complain about,” Manuela muttered. Uno only growled in response.

she smirks and walks away with her little minion like she just successfully broke a happy marriage. I cover my hand over my mouth laughing, is that piece of information supposed to make me heart broken? "You have to be careful with who you talk to" Nathan's voice startles me. "Stay with me and I would show you who you shouldn't talk to" He picks up a champagne glass. "Your family is quite... Different" I remark and he laughs. "I know, they're all leeches" he takes a sip of his drink. "That woman on red right there" he gestures at the woman with his eyes "-is a no go for you okay?"

Ryan nodded his head and said in a low tone, "I knew it must be someone from your family; only your race is capable of weaving such stupid stuffs." Jack grew impatient, "That's not the point! And... It's not stupid, I think it's really cool." "Is that so?" Ryan shoved his hands inside the pocket and asked, "What would 'the' man do?" "The man? Oh, he would wait till the woman becomes his to make a move." Jack explained; Ryan grunted meaningfully. "No..." Jack stopped his trail of thoughts immediately, "We are human beings and we follow the crowd. 'A' man is 'a' man because everyone does that; it's... it's like a code. You gotta be 'a' man and make a progress on her today."

I waved at him, trying to contain my amusement. “Hey, Brianna! Please, call me Manuel. ‘Mr.’ makes me feel ancient,” he said, and I chuckled. “You’re funny, Manuel,” I giggled. “Being funny is one of my best qualities,” he said with a wink. “Alright, alright, that’s enough between you two,” Adrian cut in, his voice firm as he looked at them with a slight frown. “You should loosen up, Addy,” Manuel teased, reaching over to pull Adrian’s cheeks. “Frowning makes you look old, and you’re too young to have wrinkles.”

He cleared his throat once, twice, his voice trembling as he stared at the terrifying spectacle standing before him. "M-Mannie..." the manager stammered, his hands shaking slightly as he gestured vaguely toward her face. "Is... is your makeup... finished?" Mannie blinked innocently, entirely unaware of the absolute war crime her five-year-old daughter had committed against her face that morning. She beamed with absolute, radiant confidence, smoothing down the front of her uniform. "Oh, yes! Completely finished," Mannie said brightly, her voice echoing clearly across the silent lobby. "I love it so much! I looked in the mirror several times before and honestly? I think I look absolutely beaut

Mann replied with a malicious smirk when Marcus did nothing and then stood. “And do something about this place. It's beginning to stink,” he added with a disgusted look as he walked out. Marcus raised his middle finger to the air although Mann was already gone. As he snatched up the newspaper to read, his eyes fell on the fake mustache lying on the table. Mann's voice repeated in his head. “If you have a problem with the figures, why don't you go out there and talk to him about it yourself?” He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists so hard his untrimmed nails dug into his palm.

and I can't help but grit my teeth loudly. "Gritting so loudly is bad manners," he says, not stopping from eating. I glared at him, yelling "Fine…"

The moving van next door had been there all day, a noisy intrusion into the suburban serenity of Marcus’s neighborhood. He watched from his home office window, sipping coffee as a woman directed movers with efficient, sharp gestures. She was a tall brunette, her hair a cascade of dark waves, her legs long and toned beneath yoga shorts. She moved with a confident stance, a woman who knew her own power—new neighbor. Elena, ever the gracious wife, baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies to welcome her. “We should be friendly, Marcus. It’s good to have nice neighbors,” she said, her smile warm and genuine as they walked over together.

My shoulders slumped slightly, but I held my expression neutral, knowing that reacting too visibly would only add to the tension. The man cleared his throat, eyes flicking to me. “Miss Meadows, I hope you were not too inconvenienced. We understand this is a big day, and the last thing we want is to start it with frustration.” I gave a small nod. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “We’re used to adjusting. Things happen.” Anthony snorted beside me. “Adjusting, yes. Being treated like props while juggling schedules, that’s something else.” The man winced at the remark but nodded politely. “Understood, sir. We will do our best to make the rest of the event smoother.”