Age Of Arrogance Novel Novels & Stories

, I scoffed at Stacey's stupidity and obsession with rich and handsome men, even if they are arrogant and aggressive. "That you don't like?", Stacey said flinging her hair at my face and headed off. I scoffed once again because she would come to regret her actions sooner or later. Immediately the whole atmosphere was led in an uproar as a three black shinny tainted Benz pulled in front to the firm, one before the other. The whole press flooded the three cars, throwing questions left and right even before the persons inside the cars could even make their way out. Pathetic to watch though.

“If your correction attracts the sort of attention that comes with funerals?” “Then we reconsider our strategy,” he said, and there it was—the arrogance that paid for its meals with quick results. A still alive, obscenely fat elder found his courage and misplaced it in the open. “Fine. This changes things,” he announced, the way a man announces weather forecast to people standing in the rain. “It changes nothing essential,” Nicos replied. “I am afraid I have no time for your drama.” A pulse throbbed under my grazed shoulder, slow and precise. I tasted tin. It took me a second to realize it was the taste of my patience burning at the edges.

Jeremiah lounged back into his seat, his dark blue robe shifting slightly, revealing more of his chest. His smirk was lazy, self-satisfied, the kind that belonged to a man who expected the world to worship at his feet. “There’s no need to fight over me,” he drawled, his voice thick with arrogance. “I have enough to go around. You ladies should learn to share.” I scoffed. I couldn't help it. his pure arrogance made it impossible. His smirk faltered. His brow cocked in question, like he was trying to figure out why I wasn’t swooning at his feet like every other she-wolf he had encountered.

"That's all you have to say? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant? Andrew, you should know that I was once famous for my arrogance. But you're even more arrogant than I ever was. Is that appropriate?" Andrew laughed heartily. "Mr. Reyes Senior, you've got it wrong. Your past arrogance was indeed arrogance. But my current arrogance isn't arrogance at all. I actually have this capability. I'm just stating facts, so it can't be called arrogance. If I really wanted to be arrogant, I wouldn't have come to the Reyes residence at all. I'd just announce to all of Holtrien that I'll take down Guillermo solo, without bothering with all these complications."

My thoughts spin, struggling to process his twisted sense of logic. He shakes his head slowly, gesturing inside with a lazy flick of his fingers. “Just step in. I don’t have the time in the world for your bossiness and your arrogance.” Arrogance? Did he just call me arrogant? My mind reels, incredulous. Jesus, dear reader, let me put this into perspective—between the two of us, who the hell is really arrogant here? Him, standing there with that smug smile, or me, the one just trying to do my duty?

She clenched her fists, trying to keep calm. “Dad, she’s already twenty-two,” Gian said firmly. “And you’re twenty-eight! That’s the point! For goodness’ sake!” Vanessa glared at the older man. What was his problem? Age didn’t matter in love. Why was he acting like it did? To her, he even sounded dramatic, almost flamboyant. No wonder Gian had his sharp tongue—he must have gotten it from him. “What do you need, Dad? Is there a problem in Butuan?” Gian asked, changing the subject.

He reached over, pushed his door open, and stepped out into the cool evening air. I followed him out, my boots hitting the gravel. "Are you humble-bragging right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Ares stopped and looked back at me, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. "That was a fact, beautiful. I don't need to be humble to brag about my wealth. I'm a billionaire. I earned the right to be arrogant about it." "Shameless," I teased, though a small smile tugged at my lips.

"Domenico... please don't... I'm begging you, don't do this..." Alice nestled in his arms and covered her mouth in fake concern. "Domenico, isn't this too cruel to her? After all, those are her private photos..." "Privacy?" Domenico laughed coldly, his eyes full of mockery. "A whore who betrays the family has no right to privacy." My face was pressed against the ground. I could clearly hear the breathing and comments of the men surrounding me. Those voices slithered into my ears like venomous snakes, gnawing away at what little dignity I had left. I felt like merchandise being appraised and judged.

“You –“ I started but words failed me. It was not unlike him to say things that rendered the other party speechless but I had become well versed in matching his rude and arrogant words. Once my initial fear of him faded, there was never a time I could not counter him with words. Yet, now, the heat in his eyes, the carefree arrogance of his tone and the very words that he spoke, all of them came together to render me mute.. “Even if –“ I started, than took my time to gather my wits. “If you think trying to mate with me will earn you my father’s support, then you have impossible dreams.” He could not be much different from Cassius. Persephone Adelard was interesting because of her father so th

Her gullibility didn’t come from a lack of intelligence, it came from her trust and prejudice. “Worst comes to worst, you will have to go without accessories, and I won’t win.” Irene raised her chin haughtily “I am an Adalase, not be trifled or threatened.” “Heh! Her arrogance comes from the fact that my brother had announced that he won’t interfere or help with my entry.” Irene scoffed “If only she knew that evil brother of mine has a hundred ways to skin a fish.” “Are you praising or cursing?” Lara had a lopsided grin “Hard to say.”