Passive Aggressive Synonym Novels & Stories

With a smile, he asked her directly, "What's wrong? Are you refusing to work on this project because I stole your husband's business?" "I may not have told you that your passive-aggressive method won't work on me," Lily answered lightly. Then she turned to Thompson and said, "Professor Thompson, I heard you today, but I'll still need some time to think about it. Let's cut today short. I have something else to do and will be taking my leave."

"Oh, of course. That asshole . Of course he’s here. Let me guess—he’s brooding in the corner, glaring at you like you invented the word ’annoying,’ right?" I groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. "Exactly. And he doesn’t even need to talk to make me want to scream. Just...exist. He’s mastered the art of the passive-aggressive glare. And somehow, it’s even worse in this huge, echoey mansion where I don’t have any walls to hide behind."

She gave the opera singer a single glance before returning to The Princess’s Reign of Terror and said, “Mamma, I don’t like her.” I expected a scolding, but I forgot this world defied all norms. “As much as I appreciate your honesty, cara,” Gianna said softly, “passive-aggressiveness gets the point across. It also makes us look like the better person in the end.” “What’s passiveagressivness?” “Sweetie, it’s been going on for the past few minutes. Pay attention.” “Okay.” Nadia and I pretended the conversation didn’t happen. I reached for a few more grapes. She set her half-full plate down with a frown as if she didn’t like the fare.

My wolf said. “No, what made him a scum is because he doesn’t like your mate which is totally okay cos she hasn’t been nice to him.” I slammed the door shut, feeling strange annoyance. My wolf repeated again, fueling the annoyance. “Well, that makes him a scum, doesn’t it?” “Just stop!” I barked. “And stop transferring passive aggression to me. I have other things at my table.” My wolf chuckled then laid back. I exhaled, shutting my eyes and hoping they’d pop me into a world of peace.

Cash says. “Oh, it's preposterous, is it, Watson?” I mock him in my best Sherlock Holmes inspired voice. “Indubitably.” I glare at him. “It seems to me that was exactly what you were trying to imply. Then when I busted you out on it, you fall back into your old world manners to deny it. You may try to talk all fancy and educated, but you are still as dumb as the next guy. I hurt your feelings but instead of accepting my apology, manning up and getting the hell over it, you would rather sulk and pout. Mouthing off under your breath and generally being passive-aggressive. You are acting childish.” “I am not-”

I snapped, I gently stepped closer to him and looked up at him. “If you have an issue with me, let me know and stop being passive aggressive!” “Okay at first I’m touchy, now I’m passive aggressive, one would think I’m the careless one who misplaced something almost everyone’s hope is hanging on!” “And I’m not denying that! It can’t go past this office, I’ll find it, can you calm down!” I responded my voice starting to go high also, I was starting to get pissed too. The door suddenly pushed open and Collin walked in,

She hadn't wanted to come off as a heartless bitch so she resorted to the passive-aggressive way. Every chance she got, she glared at Emilia, hoping she'd get the hint that she wasn't welcome in their little circle. But Emilia hadn't gotten the message. She tried to befriend her and in no time Thea was changing her opinion of her. She was kind, beautiful, fun and the first woman to ever want to be her friend.

I stood there for a second, staring after him before turning slowly to Marcus. “What the hell does that mean?” Marcus studied me, his expression unreadable for a moment. “Exactly what he said.” I let out a frustrated breath. “That’s not helpful.” “You make a lot of assumptions,” he said evenly, “based on very small pieces of what you see.” I scoffed. “I ask questions.” “No,” he corrected. “You make passive-aggressive statements disguised as questions.” I blinked. “That’s not—” “If you want real answers,” he continued, “you have to ask real questions.”

OF: I swear to f*cking god if those a*sholes ruined pastries for me -___- Ash: You could be dying, and you're worried about your pastries Ash: Are you serious OF: I have my priorities as straight as I am OF: Also, don't talk to me OF: I'm annoyed at you Ash: What did I even do? OF: "You didn't think at all clearly." Ash: Yes, because you didn't OF: Maybe because you don't have to be passive-aggressive about it Ash: I wasn't OF: Yes, you were SL: Hmm, guys? Ash: I was not, and I told the truth

- Come in - I sit on the bed and he enters the room. - What do you need? — Your friend is an idiot — I got up with an effort. - I know. — He humiliated me in front of everyone and I'm not going to let it happen again. — Yes, I feel that, sometimes it's very... - Arrogant? Fool? unintelligent? Idiot? "I was going to say impulsive, but that's fine too." He takes a seat on Angie's bed comfortably. What do you want to do?