Quietly Hostile Novels & Stories

"And since we hardly ever talk about personal stuff, I didn't think it was important." Suddenly, she spun around to face me. Her gaze was incredibly sharp. "You would have known if you actually cared about anyone other than yourself," she rasped. Her voice sounded rough, dripping with a strange, deep-rooted hostility, as if we had been bitter enemies in a past life. "Excuse me?" I blinked, completely thrown off by her attitude. I cleared my throat to shake off the awkwardness and pointed toward the corner of the room. "Why don't you come over to this side and have a drink with us?"

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.

I'm suing you for trampling on my privacy! Her eyes were blazing, like she was clinging to the last lifeline she had. I gave her a cool, measured look, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Seriously, are you clueless, or have you been goofing off so much you can't even remember your own actions?"

Gordon asked his beloved. “The flavors are exploding in my mouth. It’s so delicious.” Marcia answered and somehow Gordon had those sparkling eyes. She was frozen and Marcia was complimenting him more. “He’s shy,” Reid whispered. She nodded. It should be a perfect day… but somehow, she felt anxious. She doesn't know why. She noticed some familiar faces. Were they bodyguards in disguise? Also, the way that bastard called Quinn the B-word made her infuriated. She gripped on her steak knife as she thought about it.

" But she's a submissive. You hate submissives, " " Don't question me, " I snap, " Go get the night patrol ready. " He looks at me dissapointedly, but honestly I couldn't care less.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

Why am I thinking about you right now? "Anyways, let's win this." It was said louder than I intended but I didn't have time to care. "We definitely will." "Well aren't the newcomers blooming with confidence." Looking up we see one of the senior guys looking at us over his seat a few rows ahead. "In situations like these, confidence is both one's greatest ally and enemy. Being on a team with you guys, who wouldn't see confidence as an ally?" I replied staring at him. "I swear you're the Silent Student aren’t you? You betray your name kid." I smile. If only he knew that's what he was to me.

‘Was what he said that hurtful? She wiped her tears continuously, but they kept falling. Wesley’s emotions went into conflict, and he suddenly felt guilty. ‘He had gone too far!’ He became surprised at himself. He is never the type to talk so carelessly and disgustingly the way he just did, so what happened? Daisy stared at him hatefully as she wiped her tears. She tried to talk, but she choked on her tears. Soon, she cleared her throat and stared straight at him, not hiding the hatred and hostility in her eyes. Wesley’s face twitched upon seeing that.

Not conflict. Not yet. But tension. The kind that didn’t explode immediately. The kind that built. Slowly. Quietly. Until there was no way to ignore it anymore.