Age Of Arrogance Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Arrogance is the camouflage of insecurity." "I bet you know that because that is your method." I stood up and dusted my pants. Her smile went still and a deep frown took over. She lunged, missing my hand but caught the sleeve of my jacket, ripping it and grabbed me by my neck. "Oh! Did I hit a nerve?" My voice was laced with pity and sarcasm. "I got you now, so surrender." She hollered with wide eyes and panting breaths. "Over my dead body." I glared and finally snickered.

"I want you to pay off all of her debt before I agree to your offer, possibly because I agreed to date you but you abruptly left me." He burst out laughing. "And why would I do that? Perhaps your Aunt's debt is not even a small percentage of my money. Perhaps she owes me a coin." My expression changed to one of boredom. "You're so arrogant, but that's my deal. You pay first, and I'll date you after that." "Okay, then. I'm prepared to do whatever you want. You really make sure I do what I say. You honestly believe I'm lying."

CHAPTER 8 The Son Who Forgot His Mother’s Voice POV: Elara The triumph from the boardroom felt like a cold, thin sheet of ice. It looked solid, but I was falling through it. I walked toward the family wing, my lungs rattling with every step. I didn't need a boardroom to feel powerful; I needed my son to look at me without that glint of predatory judgment. I found Arlo in the library, surrounded by old pack scrolls. He was trying to read the ancient Runes, his small brow furrowed in frustration.

she said while scratching her head. “Just say his face is pretty much common and go, it’s not a big deal” I said as I walked up the stairs. “No, he’s actually cute you know and from his looks he is quite an expensive man” she said and then went on displaying a grin in her face “He’s arrogant. PERIOD! Good night!” Well, honestly, he is actually cute… no he is handsome, very handsome, and he smells nice and clean. The tea is a minus though, tsk...old man. But he is still arrogant, his arrogance makes him ugly. PERIOD! --- End of Chapter 1 ---

“Looks like you won’t be able to lay a finger on me now… “Not just that! “You’ll have to pay a great price for your arrogance today! “The person who showed up is someone you can never afford to go against!”

“This… girl… continues to believe she is above her station. You all see the arrogance in her eyes, do you not?” Alara’s cheeks flushed. She lifted her gaze just enough to see the sneering face of her father. The words hovered on her lips: "I am your daughter, not your servant." But she dared not speak them. The hall was deathly silent. Marcus ran a hand through his graying hair, swallowing an unspoken rage. She saw the faint tremor in his fingers. He had not always been like this—once, he would stroke her hair affectionately, call her his “little star.” But that memory felt a lifetime away.

He said. "Okay. Wait..WHAT?" Aariz screamed getting shocked knowing that his best buddy didn't believe in these marriage things. "Close your mouth you asshole,it's just a matter of few months that girl will leave me for her own good" He said smirking at the thought that just entered in his devilish mind. ______________________ Tada!!!! Assalamualaikum my pumpkins!!!! So here's the first chapter of my first book. Hope y'all liked it. Our male lead is unmarried then who is that little girl to him?

I was so excited and happy! But reality sucks... At that age, that time, that day... I finally learned what the harsh word in this world... Responsibility. This is why I better be alone. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ END of CHAPTER FOUR

FACELESS VICTIM: ROSALENDA DEL FUEGO CHAPTER 41 [The beast actually never sleep. He take those who should be clean, chastise and soon drive the knife and pray as they perish...] WARNING: [This chapter may contain scenes, which aren’t suitable for an audience below 18. If it isn’t your forte, you can stop reading or skip this part. Read at your own risk. Thank you J ] “What? You can’t fucking stand me anymore, is that it?” It was of a woman voice, who sounded mad, rage dripping from ever thrown words she express.

“Then why don't you do what I know you've been dying to? Kiss me.” My heart skips a beat as I uselessly attempt to swallow the knot in my throat, feeling a thin layer of sweat break out on my palms. I have to muster every ounce of willpower not to fold as I stammer, “A-Are you always this... arrogant?” He chuckles lightly, breathing out, “Are you always this nervous?” Why are you so... infuriating? I narrow my eyes, responding bitterly, “Don't answer a question with a question.” “Don't ask stupid questions,” he retorts, pausing momentarily to reach for the glass he had set beside me. His gaze never leaves mine as he adds, “I'm a Ringleader. Being arrogant comes with the job.”