Age Of Arrogance Novel Novels & Stories

I expect any, just one good thing but he had none. “For a business deal. They refused to work with me as I was too ‘arrogant’ so I had to do something even if it meant saying stupid things.” Replying monotonous, he rested his hands in his pockets, holding his head high with pride. My mouth gaped. Scanning his assertive form for the next few seconds before stopping at his unbothered eyes, closing our eyes. “You are a terrible man. Using everyone for your purpose. And how could you humiliate her before everyone? Do you-”

“I like feisty women. They make things a little more entertaining. A little more exciting before they yield, beg, sob, and bore the hell out of me,” he drawled nonchalantly. “I’ve seen so many like you and your mother over ten millennia that nothing you say or do can surprise me.” “Aren’t you…” my voice cracked with pain, “…way too arrogant for someone who is ten thousand years old? Nothing is certain in life.” “And yet… I stand before you, certain that in the end... I will persist.” He shrugged, unbothered. “People far stronger and far sharper than you have tried to take me down — all lie in dust. A naïve twenty-three-year-old girl is hardly a threat.”

Argo said, walking back into the room and sitting down on his bed. "Is it really so bad if Mila and Eli go on a date? He’s not so,-" "Don’t fucking tell me he’s not so bad. You know what a condescending ass he is. People call me arrogant, but I at least come out with it. He thinks he’s the Goddess gift on fucking earth, the perfect future Alpha that can do no fucking wrong. He’s a fucking know-it-all, while in reality he doesn’t know shit." Argo said, unable to sit down anymore out of anger, he began pacing the room.

He'd practically run away and was now sticking to the other end of the bar "He saw a better man?" He offered with a shrug. Mikayla scoffed. "Right, Mr Arrogant." "I can't help it. It's in the french blood," he said, accentuating his french accent. "Plus, a man who can't stand his ground for you isn't good enough for you." "And I suppose you're the one who can stand his ground for me and therefore are good for me?" He grinned slowly and shrugged. Mikayla shook her head and laughed. "You know what? Your arrogance is not entirely annoying."

He could not believe that a lady just tried to challenge him and that made his ego come crumbling down. He swore to himself that he must find her and make her pay for everything she just did. He removed his shirt and trousers revealing his masculine body and headed to the bathroom which had a glass door and took a shower. ****** Tamara unpacked her luggage and set her clothes to the now empty wardrobe. She had slipped into comfortable shorts which revealed her long slender legs and her brown thighs. She murmured to herself addressing no one in particular. "What an arrogant man. He thinks because he looks rich he can boss everyone around. I will teach him a lesson when I see him next time but

I couldn't help stealing glances at his striking face, losing myself in his presence. He questioned me with an air of arrogance, "Why are you staring at me?!" "I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, feeling embarrassed. "Get out of my sight!" he barked angrily. I quickly lowered my head and scurried off to the kitchen. I never thought he could be so rude, but I still held onto the hope that he would eventually soften towards me. Suddenly, Beth's voice startled me, "Hey! What are you doing there?" I smiled nervously, "Oh, nothing."

“I guess you’re new here and don’t know what’s happening. You’ll regret this.” I crossed my arms, deciding to let her dig her own grave. Her arrogance was stunning, and I wondered just how much she believed her connections could save her. She pulled out her phone and quickly called someone. Within moments, a young man swaggered into the lobby, looking smug and self-assured. He walked over to the receptionist, his chest puffed up like he owned the place. “My love, what’s the issue here?” he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance as he wrapped an arm around her. I watched silently, assessing the situation, waiting for them to realize just how badly they had misjudged everything.

She let the lamplight spill over it before she spoke. “It’s mine.” The man’s breath was a humorless exhale. “You sound too sure of yourself, Amara.” “Confidence isn’t arrogance,” she said. “Confidence is knowing every angle before you step in.” “And arrogance?” Her gaze drifted to the window, to the restless sprawl of the city below. “Arrogance is assuming you’re the only one who knows how to set a trap.” This time, he didn’t rush his answer. When it came, it was heavier.

That last one unsettled me most of all, the vulnerability I'd glimpsed beneath all that armor. "He's stubborn," I began, counting on my fingers as if tallying evidence. "He's incredibly overwhelming. He has this... this arrogance that should be illegal, and he treats 'no' like it's a suggestion in a foreign language he hasn't learned yet." The frustration in my voice was real, earned through countless battles of will. Grandpa laughed, a dry, raspy sound that spoke of too many cigars and not enough sleep. "I can imagine. He got that from his mother's side, unfortunately."

I asked, my tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. Zack's lips curled into a smug smile. "You will now serve as my second personal assistant," he announced, his tone laced with malice. "You'll be assisting me with various tasks and making yourself useful to me." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his arrogance. "Understood," I replied through gritted teeth, my fists trembling with suppressed anger. Zack smirked triumphantly, clearly relishing my discomfort. "Good," he said dismissively. "You can start by fetching me a coffee. And make it quick."