Novel & Cerita Quietly 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.

“Darius gave strict orders. Anyone approaching the borders with hostile intent will be treated as a threat. You’re both on edge—turn back before this escalates.” I step forward, slow and deliberate. His wolves tense instantly, weapons sliding into palms, claws extending. “Hostile intent?” I echo, my voice low, too calm for what churns inside me. “You have my mate locked in your alpha’s bed, and you’re lecturing me about hostility?” Nathan stiffens but lifts his chin. “She’s safe.” Safe. That word detonates something inside me. “I wasn’t asking for a report.” My voice drops to a lethal whisper. “Move out of my way, Nathan. Or I swear to the goddess, I’ll tear your fucking throat out and feed

on me. They look at each other for half a second and the next thing I can sense is hostility. “This isn’t possible,” the darker one says, his voice low. “It is,” the other replies, just as quiet. Their eyes flick back to me together. I take a step back finally. “What is wrong with you?” I ask, the words coming out sharper than I intend. Neither of them answer but they don't look away. “Back off,” the lighter one says. The other lets out a low laugh.

It was like a suffocating miasma of hostility that curdled the blood as they faced off against the smug-looking monarchs. Each side eyed the other warily, waiting to see who would make the first move in this dangerous game of chess they now found themselves unwitting players in. “Well…” Sahar finally broke the tense silence. "Welcome, honored guests," she purred, though the words held no real warmth. "We are so... pleased you could join us for this little gathering. I do hope you'll forgive our little breach in protocol. These are, after all, rather unusual times we find ourselves in."

“ You might want to follow her on your way out, “ I badgered I guess I looked threatening enough for them to not say anything. That JJ guy was getting on my last nerve. I’d never had someone so young seriously threaten me. It wasn’t really a serious threat since, I could tell by his actions, he was very weak and self-doubting. The weakness came from self-doubt and he had a lot of it. I’d been alive for a while and I could tell when someone had lost themselves and used anger as a front. “ You mind clearing this out, Parker? “ I commanded

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

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

‘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.