Quietly Hostile Novels & Stories

The rage he doesn't bother to conceal is coming to the fore. "What was the question?" I score a small victory with my calm voice and straight face. I haven't insulted him directly, yet we both know he wasn't asking me a question. He wants me to respond to his hate. He wants an opponent in me, not the doll who stands quietly with his father.

irritation and anger are etched in my voice. Servants walking in and out of the corridor act like we don't exist. Some go as far as turn back on seeing us argue. “Hector, it's your problem and not mine. I wonder what sane person is stable in times of chaos. Tell me something about a friendly enemy.” She mocks me subtly. "There you go again, saying words and jumping like a smashed frog. I hope you don't mean any of those? 'cause I don't know what to make of you anymore.” I turn to leave and pause.

" Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Everyone has their gaze on me. Everyone! She was yelling so loud at Alex that it got everyone's attention. I tried to walk away as calm as I can but the shame wouldn't let me. I can't cry, not right here, not right now. I stand still as I glare back at the woman standing right in front of me with pure hatred. "What are you staring at whore?" "Listen, woman, just because you are rich and all doesn't give you the right to talk down on anyone."

she growls after a few minutes. " What did I just say ?" she snaps at me as I look at her with a frown. " Its so quiet." I whisper. " Wh-" " So quiet. Quietness means peace. Is it peaceful ?" I ask looking at her curiously. " Yes , its peaceful." she says offering me a fake smile. " I hate it when it's too quiet in my head , I never know what those fuckers are planning." I whisper as she clears her throat looking towards the door.

I almost stagger back at the hostility in his tone. What the f*ck?

Amelia said to Julian as her hand clasped with his, her brown eyes turning completely hazel at the whim of the lighting. At the dining, we always sat in silence, not because of fear but everyone would rather stay quiet than engage in conversations that would lead to a scuffle. “Festus, how’s the new project going?” Mother asked, breaking off the silence, my eyes wandered for a moment ‘She’s only doing this out of spite, hate for Julian, starting conversations with her children, knowing he can’t have that privilege’ “It’s going quite well mother” I answered, smiling as I took the flesh of the fried chicken to my lips, gnawing at it.

he whispered. I slipped free without a word. Didn't even look back. *** Back in the hospital room, I stepped away from Liam without thinking. Something about him unsettled me. He usually had this calm, polished vibe—but that flash of rage had thrown me. Noticing, he softened and gave a faint smile. "Sorry. I lost it back there." Elroy hadn't held back. Blood still dripped from the corner of Liam's mouth. I wiped it gently. "I should be the one apologizing. You didn't have to be part of this."

Not one to ever be caught slacking and giving up control, he immediately put her in her place. "If I say no, will you refund my money?" He gave her his characteristic cold glare, the same one his friends had been complaining about. If they were here, he was sure they'd have a problem with it. Ria pulled back as if she'd been slapped, her eyes widening before they immediately narrowed. "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You didn't have to be rude." He felt the heat of her gaze as her temper rose, but she was doing a fine job of keeping it under control. If she didn't have such expressive eyes, he wouldn't have been able to tell she was offended.

"It's because you are being hostile to him that he acts like that towards you." This time, I couldn't help but glance at Layland and frown at him. "Hostile is a strong word. I might have been mean, but definitely not hostile." He rolled his eyes. "You definitely were being hostile. Giving him death stares and telling him that he's a threat to me? If that's you not being hostile, then I don't know what hostile means anymore." I turned my gaze back on the road. "That's just me doing my job. You know that one of the rules is that he's not allowed inside the house or near you. Besides, he's also an arrogant brat."

"You shoved me down a hill. I was coming after you to shove into the depths of hell." "I'm surprised you didn't get yourself shot on the way over since you tramp through the forest like a thousand-ton elephant. Do you even know how to be quiet?" My anger with him and maybe a tad bit of fear-just a little mind you-of the possibility of watching him bleed out or get shot again, is making me a little irrational. And I'm feeling like this is an argument that I need to win. Not want to win. Need to win. "Would you like me to tell ya just how quiet the two of you are currently being?" Quinn's voice cuts off the insult about to leave my mouth.