Quietly Hostile Novels & Stories

The air in Victor’s office was cold with tension. Olivia stood with her arms crossed, her eyes locked onto his. The argument had started over something trivial, but now, it had rose into something else. “You don’t own me, Victor!” Olivia spat; her voice laced with rage. “You can’t keep treating me like a possession.” Victor’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening as he took a step closer. “Then stop acting like you don’t belong here,” he countered, his voice dangerously low. “Every time you defy me, you put yourself in danger.”

I interjected, my voice firm but not aggressive as I stood in between the boy. The angry rogue turned to face me, his eyes filled with hostility. "This kid thought he could jump the line. I won't tolerate such disrespect and who the hell are you to ask?" he spat, his tone laced with anger. I stood my ground, meeting the rogue's hostile gaze with unwavering calmness. "I'm just trying to maintain order here. There's no need for violence," I replied, my voice steady. "If he made a mistake, we can address it without resorting to aggression."

I mean, when the hell did he start pinching people and acting like some goofy happy weirdo? ‘Piss off, Alexi.’ I have no other words. He is trying to goad me into whatever this is, and I am not playing ball. Alexi is all games and smiles and I am not taking part in his highly suspicious and unnerving behaviour. ‘You know you are the only female I have ever known that is openly hostile towards me, no matter what I do? … Well, maybe my mother, but that’s a different kind of passive-aggressive.’ His tone is still light and breezy but I just frown hard and throw him an impatient look, checking my phone for the time and ramming it back into my bag in a wave of frustration.

“Didn’t you cause enough trouble last night? Why are you coming over here like this?” His tone is thick and heavy with obvious hostility, and his entire posture is screaming ‘go away.’ “I just wanted to apologize and explain. I was out of order last night .” “We don’t need your apology….I think you should go away.” The snippy bitch tone that exits my mouth shocks even me, as does the hostile aura steadily growing around me to the point I think she may actually cry with my slap back. She glances at me, up and down, eyes misting over, and then returns to staring down at Dane’s feet instead.

Xavier breathed, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that betrayed the sudden, chaotic hammering of his pulse. Selah didn't falter. She stepped up to the frosted-glass table, setting her tablet down with a soft, controlled click. She looked up, her dark, mesmerizing eyes locking onto his with an intense, unyielding clarity. Her expression was a flawless mask of professional poise, but deep within the dark pools of her gaze, a sharp, brilliant heat danced—an acknowledgment of the delicious trap he had walked into.

The quiet one hissed loudly, "Oh, you have gotten your voice back. I don't think you know what this is, right? There is no chance for you to get out of this; you would be stuck here with us until your last breath. If you act funny, we will make you pay." I scoffed in disgust, "you think the three of you are too much for me to handle? I have only been quiet because I wanted to really change." Sniffing, I squared my shoulder and stared intimidatingly at the one close to me. "If any of you ever try to cross my path again. I can assure you that I won't hesitate to tear you down. The last time I checked, I didn't owe you anything. Your sour attitude is beginning to seem more like jealousy to me.

Don't ever dare to escape from me in the future if you know what kind of person am I' he inhaled and exhaled heavily after this murderous thought flash through his mind. As he thought of something, his eyebrows squinted, and his eyes darkened. A flash of dim light passed through his eyes but disappeared after a second without a trace like it had never been there before. 'Dip! Male Lead Hostility rose to 285%. Strive to blank (0%) the Male Lead Hostile Host 019. Good luck Host ' Araella, whose person Xyrelle is plotting to sneeze for a moment before indifferently shrugging it off.

And they probably don't go all out everyday in their training. "Now, now Alpha Gunnar. You should tone down that hostile attitude. I'm sure you are aware that you have no way of winning tonight. Your pack is surrounded. We should talk deals not throw around empty threats," Alpha Leif says while raising his arms in the air trying to appear as if he is being lenient. My laugh is loud and it echoes throughout the forest. When my eyes return to his I lock on. "You believe you can come to Silver Tail and no blood be shed," I growl lowly while beginning to pace.

I tried my best to appear calm and collected, but I knew he could see right through my facade. Suddenly, his voice broke through the tense silence. His words were sharp and filled with hostility. "You should leave now. We don't want you here!" he barked at me. His tone was so cold and dismissive, it made me feel like I was nothing more than a lowly servant.

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under right now. “What?” Her tone was deathly quiet. Her words full of venom. Her turquoise eyes widened, then narrowed into angry slits. That should have made me back down, but her cold demeanour wasn’t what I’d expected. I had come to apologize, to gain back her trust and friendship. Yet she was being a bitch. She wasn’t even willing to hear me out. She had closed off completely— entirely hostile.