Quietly Hostile Novels & Stories

he said warily. “This town is fucked up; you know that right?” She flicked open one of the albums, not looking at him, her tone hostile. She had come to pick a fight, he concluded with annoyance. “The way your people treat others as disposable, the way you sexually assault women-”

Frustration coursed through my veins, running deep. "Let's not waste time with pointless chatter. Who hired you to assassinate my father?" "No one hired me," he answered so casually that it immediately put me on edge. Wham! Once again, he crashed to the ground, the force propelling the chair several feet away. This time, it was me who dragged the cold metal structure back into place, making use of his neck to do so. "I asked you a question," I whispered in a low, menacing tone. Those who knew me understood that when I grew eerily quiet, it meant I was seething with rage.

Phones rise into the air as hundreds of people begin recording. The world is about to panic again. Ezra turns toward me. “You need to ask them one thing.” “What?” “Are they hostile.” I nod and type the message. For the first time since this conversation started, the reply takes several seconds. The bridge inside my mind hums faintly as if something is being processed. Then the answer appears. HOSTILITY IS INEFFICIENT. WE PREFER DIALOGUE. Matteo raises an eyebrow. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

she scowls back; her aura morphing into sheer hostility, growing ferociously by the second. "Uh-oh. This isn't good," my wolf whimpers, unsettled by Sophia's explosive reaction.

It was like an invisible barrier had been erected between us, one that nothing could break through. Jasmine's hostility towards me wasn't anything new. It had become a constant presence, an ever-present echo within the walls of our shared space. Her disdain seeped into the atmosphere like an unending symphony of negativity, filling the air. But despite it all, I remained unfazed, resilient in the face of her venomous words and cold glares. "Seriously, Carmine? You're still asking me that same old question? Can't you see why I despise her so much?" Jasmine's voice pierced the air, her hostility seething through every word she uttered.

With a deep breath, I straightened my posture and approached her cautiously, determined to confront the hostility head-on. "Good afternoon ma'am," I greeted, my voice steady despite the unease that coiled within me. The woman's lips curled into a condescending smile, her eyes narrowing as she spoke, her voice laced with a sharpness that cut through the air. "Afternoon," she replied curtly, her tone dripping with contempt.

Feeling out of place, she becomes the target of snide remarks and judgmental glances, but she still holds her head high with confidence. Swiftly, Alfonso makes his way through the crowd, determined to protect Rose from the embarrassment she faces. With a confident and charismatic demeanor, he joins her, wrapping his arm around her waist. By his mere presence, Alfonso subtly sends a message to the other guests that Rose is under his protection.

He rasped in a hurried tone. "I want you too..." I whispered back and lowered my other hand to feel his arousal. He closed his eyes momentarily and when he opened them, they were glowing bright yellow, literally glowing like a car's headlight. I felt a bit scared as he looked inhuman and dangerous but beautiful nonetheless. I felt a mixture of fear and strong wantonness to this mysteriously handsome and somewhat dangerously inhuman man right before me, looking like he wanted to eat me...

The first shred of emotion I had managed to wrench out of her since I walked into this room. "You are my problem," her voice was dangerously calm as she rose to her feet, her stance reeking with a mixture of poise and elegance. "You and your stupid infatuation with that weak human bitch are my problems! What is wrong with you? Are you so bewitched that you seem to have forgotten the kind of danger we are in? We are on the run, you silly child!" she spelt out the last part with so much hostility that almost made her veins pop out of their confines.

But standing here, unable to answer, unable to prove her worth, made her feel exactly that—useless. Joy leaned in closer, her face mere inches from Claire’s. “Here’s the thing, Claire,” she said, her voice low and menacing. “There are two kinds of people in this world—useful and useless. And useless people? They don’t last long around here. Just a friendly warning.”