Age Of Arrogance Novel Novels & Stories

She looked down at her hands as they stroked her stomach. ​ “What are you afraid of? You have me right here.” ​ “You’re the one who’s scary.” ​ “Hey! Are you looking for a fight? How scary am I? I’m cute, and I love you this much.” ​ “Really?” she asked, a small smile appearing on her face. ​ “Really, what?” ​ “That you say you love me.” ​ “It’s true.” ​ “I’m just exhausted, Arthur. Everything I went through was horrible... Aston’s betrayal, being threatened at gunpoint by the mistress’s husband and dragged into that car, then being treated so brutally, and then there’s...”

“I expect honesty. Pretending doesn’t interest me. We’re not children playing house.” She leans back in her chair, eyes sparking. “Then here’s honesty. You’re a bastard who takes pleasure in other people’s misery.” I smile faintly. “I can’t deny that I’m currently taking pleasure in your misery. Which is completely self-inflicted by the way.” Her fork clatters against porcelain. “At least you admit it.” “I’m an honest man. One who keeps my word.” “That’s not honesty. That’s arrogance dressed up as a virtue.” “Truth and arrogance look the same when I happen to be right and you hate that I am.”

“Long time, no see, dumb, broke ass. Just look at you, walking home under the rain because you fucking have no money to board a bus or a taxi.” There it is. The arrogance. The need to feel superior. It grates against my nerves instantly. My jaw tightens instantly. Yeah. That’s exactly how this is going to go. I let out a low breath, rolling my shoulders like I’m loosening up already. “Still running your mouth, I see.” His smirk widens, but there’s no humor in it. None. Just something dark and ugly. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he continues, voice dropping, eyes narrowing at me. “Stealing my girl like that.”

It was a massive, expensive wall of noise designed to swallow me whole, a reminder of the sheer, unyielding power Caleb wielded when he wanted to put on a show. Caleb skated past the red line, deliberately slowing his stride right in front of me. He didn't look broken anymore; he had put on his armor of absolute arrogance. He gestured toward the roaring VIP boxes with the blade of his stick, his eyes locking onto mine with a cold, predatory confidence.

His anger would peak that very second. From the outside, he seemed strong and unshakable, but inside, he was a broken person filled with indescribable pain. To her, the world was a cold and cruel place, and she was determined not to let anyone get close, fearing that they would steal a piece of the warmth left in her. “Arghh! I've lost my appetite for work today!” shouted the arrogant heiress in a huff. A moment later, Afgan decided to turn the steering wheel towards the hotel where Melinda worked. His stomach had not yet been filled with food and his feelings were mixed.

“Long time, no see, dumb, broke ass. Just look at you, walking home under the rain because you fucking have no money to board a bus or a taxi.” There it is. The arrogance. The need to feel superior. It grates against my nerves instantly. My jaw tightens instantly. Yeah. That’s exactly how this is going to go. I let out a low breath, rolling my shoulders like I’m loosening up already. “Still running your mouth, I see.” His smirk widens, but there’s no humor in it. None. Just something dark and ugly. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he continues, voice dropping, eyes narrowing at me. “Stealing my girl like that.”

Sarah asked rudely "I want you," he said smiling seductively "Can you kill someone for me?" Sarah asked "No!" he replied in shock "Then get lost from here, you loser" Sarah screamed at him "Fuck off old lady" the man, said walking away "Old lady? Did that asshole just call me an old lady?" Sarah asked no one "Do I look old? I spend so much time on my look, is that why Carl never seem to notice me? Do I really look like an old lady? Does my look scare Carl away?" Sarah was having a mind battle that she did not notice the lady who sat beside her

She made money by marrying an old man and now she's looking down to us. "I'm fine. I'm just tired from work." She shook her head. "Is that so? You're unfortunate. You're working so hard. Why don't you just want to marry an old man? I hope you have a lot of money now like me. I'm just waiting for this husband to die and then I'll look for a new husband. Of course, I look for a young husband that I want to marry," she said proudly. I locked my gaze on her. I'm not sure where she got her shameless attitude. She was no longer sorry for his elderly husband. Her husband loved her, but she was only interested in money. She became more arrogant after her husband gave her a large sum of money.

"I... I wasn't strong. I was just arrogant. It was my arrogance that convinced me that there could never be anything between us, and it was my arrogance that made me refuse to accept that I could be wrong despite everything you showed me." He gave a small smirk as he pulled me back, till I was caged between his body and the cold glass that contained the drawers of watch displays. "Arrogance, huh? Let's teach you humility, then, sweetheart." I have never heard more chilling words. At the ripe age of twenty-six, I thought I had felt everything there was for a woman to feel. Butterflies, desire, and recently, orgasms. This... this was a whole fucking discovery.

“Fine, I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if you didn’t have ulterior motives.” He threw his head back in a fist of laughter “Trust me, I certainly don’t lack taste in women.” My cheeks flushed red in anger. Was he implying that I’m unattractive? The nerve of this guy! He was handsome, I’ll give him that, but his arrogance is a major turnoff. I attempted to stand again, despite feeling weak. I will do anything to get away from this arrogant brat. But as I stumbled, he caught my arm, his grip firm.