Passive Aggressive Synonym Novels & Stories

a man said, holding his hand in the air. “She’s trying to rip me off” the man protested, pointing at me “She’s one of them gold diggers” the man standing close to him retorted, running his hands through his hair. “Get her fired!” He added “You are a thief!” I yelled out. “Let’s try to be calm now” a man said, a familiar face, it was Professor Caleb, he rushed in just in time. I looked away, trying to hide my face “Get this girl out of this place!” The man said with mock anger.

I'm guessing you didn't hear the part of her saying she's my friend then just like you never hear anything I say” I scoff. "your passive aggression towards me is foolish, I had every right to send you away Warren" "kinda defeats the whole purpose of my job no? you're just...cynical, it's crazy" I groan. she laughs weakly, "cyni....how dare you?" "how dare me? how dare me?!" my tone and heart increases in pace, "you keep doubting and treating me like shit, I have every right to my anger" "I don't pay you to be angry at me" she folds her arms.

"I'll take the research portion. You can handle the bibliography. That seems appropriate for your skill level." Henry raised an eyebrow. "My skill level?" "You know. Basic. Mindless. Stuff that doesn't require original thought." "Are you insulting me?" "I'm observing you. There's a difference." He stared at me for a long moment. Then he smirked. "You're in a mood." "I'm always in a mood when I'm around you." I pulled out a highlighter and started marking passages in my textbook. Passive aggression was my love language. Well, not love. Hatred. Passive aggression was my hatred language.

"Please don't take offense...I was joking. Has anybody ever informed you that you are tense, or are they too afraid of you to say it? ” "I'm not tense. I'm simply being honest. He still strokes my cheek after releasing me. "Which is another name for tense," but, I digress slightly. "Stop using passive-aggressive language." "I'm Princess; acting aggressively in a passive manner is who we are." I dragged the pancake container toward him while shaking my head. I anxiously await Ethan's response as he takes a bite. He doesn't flinch, which is a positive sign. He does, however, stop chewing.

I said, pausing just in front of her desk with an exaggerated pout, “if you keep looking at me like that, I might actually start to think you don’t like me.” She gave me a flat stare. “Good. Then I’m being clear.” I gasped softly, hand to my chest. “Wow.Such a ray sunshine m” Veronica rolled her eyes and went back to her screen. “But really,” I added, lowering my voice slightly, “if this whole passive-aggressive thing is your way of intimidating me, you might want to try harder. I’ve dealt with worse… like bad hair days. And toddlers.” She looked like she wanted to say something, but I was already walking away opening the door

Angela replied. “Oh shut up Angie, you wouldn’t even know a good idea if it was staring you right in the face. Stick to softening cocks and draining balls. That you are good at,” He spat out in anger without even turning to look at her. Angela wasn’t fazed or offended by his insults. She was used to it, especially when he was pissed off. It was his own form of passive aggression or so she thought. She got up and hugged him from behind, pressing her soft boobs and hard nipples against his back before she kissed his neck making him shiver slightly from the pleasure her touch brought to him.

As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

“Did I say something wrong?” It was always something. After all these weeks, I finally responded to someone on the message board, only for that random girl to ghost me. She wasn’t really that interesting anyway. “Don’t you think it’s a bit passive-aggressive?” Laine commented. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around the laptop so I could read the message one more time. “No?” I frowned. “What about this is aggressive?”

“I honestly don't get why you're crashing out, this feels more like a passive aggression. You're angry at someone or something else but I'm the best available person you can take it out on.” “What? I'm not passing any aggression! I'm trying to communicate my feelings, this is how I'm feeling right now! Don't you get it?” “I get, In fact I understand the part where you said you want to start using a weapon. The part I don't understand is why you're pissed at me like you've come to me before and I dismissed your feelings or talked down on it. I don't remember you talking to me about wanting to use a real weapon and I said "No.”

Alessio spoke, full of sarcasm. “I don’t think it’s you she’s after though,” I spoke in the same sarcastic tone. Pulling him closer, I grabbed Alessio by his collar, and patted his chest with a small smile. “I mean, I hope it’s not—because that would be a bit strange, don’t you think?” My tone was still sweet, but my eyes said something else. ‘Fuck me over like everyone says you will, and I’ll kill you myself.’ “Mena, please,” Alessio nervously chuckled. “You’re being very passive-aggressive right now.”