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.

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.

“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."

I continued sarcastically as I came down: Unfortunately, it is just arrogance out of a vacuum. As soon as I finished my sentence, I was surprised by him grabbing my arm angrily: I just told you that the war between us hasn't started yet.. but don't think I mind going into it! If you continue to annoy me with your words and responses, then I will not guarantee my reaction. I stared straight into his face and tried to remove his hand from my arm, whispering: Don't be so arrogant about making the rules as you like, Chris. You keep talking about me being arrogant but in reality you have much worse! I know you very well, Charlotte, and I know that you are a girl of fine pride.. Did my commanding

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.

He answered. “I don’t trust you.” “If you didn’t trust me, you would have walked away, and yet you keep answering all my questions. Or was I too attractive that you couldn’t stop yourself from entertaining me?” I stopped in my tracks, disgusted at the arrogance in his words, and before I could stop myself, I was spewing rude words at him already. “Aren’t you arrogant? Me fancying you? Look at you! I bet even in the dark, you’re still hideous.”