Age Of Arrogance Novel Novels & Stories

“Oh, yeah? This from someone who will be babysitting a 19-year-old girl.” I looked at him defiantly. He turned and gave me an ugly look. We weren't that far away so we were able to have a staring battle. “It's sad that you are 19 years old and need one, don't you think?,” he smiled superiorly at me and all I did was look at him angrily. It couldn't be that we barely spoke for 10 minutes and he already seemed like the most arrogant person in the world. I tried to think of my mother and her rule of being nice to everyone, but he was so arrogant that it was impossible.

I looked towards Nick and found him smirking at me. "So you have come because you were worried for me. Not bad baby girl. I knew no girl can avoid my charms for so long. First, you come here for me secondly you were blushing so deeply little back. Were you imagining something dirty with me baby girl?" He asked me as usual in his arrogant tone.. I cursed under my breath and looked at him.. "Just eat and let me eat" I told him angrily but the arrogant man starts laughing at me... :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O

Together, they set off toward George's office, ready to confront him head-on. Upon their arrival, Lisa confidently headed entered George's office first. George and his PA were taken aback by her presence. With a regal air, she gracefully took a seat. George rushed over, questioning her whereabouts and why she had been ignoring his calls. “ Lisa, where have you been? I thought something happened to you.” He said calmly Lisa couldn't help but chuckle, mockingly asking George where the arrogant man she once knew had gone. “Interesting, who’s this? What happened to the arrogant, cruel, wicked man I know.” She said disgustingly.

Arrogance. Everyone I met wanted to lord over me. I understood that in every gathering, I would be the bottom of the bottom of the barrel thanks to the fact that I didn’t yet have a wolf. For this reason, I stayed on my own and minded my business. I did my work as instructed but I was accused of arrogance at every point by every Jane and Dick that could not get me to lick their feet. “Mary!” Another maid rushed into the hall I’d been cleaning. A spark of irritation heated my insides as she stomped dirty feet around the ground I’d been washing for the past two hours.

"I'm not here to fight. You really thought locking the door and using a dresser as a makeshift barricade would keep me out forever? Please, Mia Cara, there's nowhere you can hide that I won't find you. Now, be a good girl, and let's have that little chat we're supposed to have." His persistent and condescending tone grated on my nerves. I wanted to maintain my composure, but I couldn't help snapping back, "I don't appreciate your arrogance." A soft, wicked chuckle escaped his lips, and his eyes gleamed with self-assured confidence. "You see, Claire, getting what I want tends to bring out a bit of arrogance. It's just part of the package. And right now, what I want is for you to play nice."

she rasped, her throat dry from hours without water. His grip tightened painfully, making her wince. “No, sweetheart. You did this. You and that big, arrogant mouth of yours.” He let go of her roughly, sending her head snapping back. He stood to his full height, towering over her. “Did you think you were clever, Serena?” he continued, pacing in front of her. “Did you think you were some kind of hero by exposing me? Did you think the world would see you as the righteous victim?” Serena lifted her head, meeting his gaze with defiance. “No, I did it because the world deserved to know what kind of disgusting man you really are.”

“Ah. So that’s what this is. Not about the godfather’s betrayal. Not about him clearly going rouge. No—it's about me embarrassing you with my ‘shenanigans.’” My voice dipped low. “I'll have you know that I don’t just torture any man, gentlemen. I peel the two faced bitches open until they beg for death. I don’t burn houses, I burn vermin. And if Chicago doesn't get to sleep because I'm here, then I don't give a damn fuck." One of the elders slammed his palm on the table. “You disgrace us with your arrogance!” “Arrogance?” I smirked. "I am arrogant, why shouldn't I be? Last time I checked, I'm the one ruling here yet you act like I work for you."

For what though? "Your confidence is misleading," I tell him with a snort. "And you don’t like me oozing it?" His head corks to a side, amusement swirling as he stares at me. "Like I said, it is misleading," I repeat and take my seat again then I look away from him. "I wouldn’t even call it confidence, arrogance would be the best word to describe it." I add. "Haa... You think I’m arrogant?" "You are arrogant." Carla returns from where she went, holding up a vase. That’s probably what she went to get outside. "You are very arrogant. Your cockiness borders on delusion sometimes," she states, settling the vase down on the coffee table.

HAYLEY’S POV “which other world do you exist in apart from mine?” His words kept echoing in my head, did he really think that low of me? I mean of course he would, I jumped at the slightest opportunity of marrying him because of the money. He’s an arrogant, hot and rich billionaire, our worlds were so apart from each other. So how the hell did I even expect him to respect me? My eyes started to water as I walked rapidly on the busy streets of Manhattan, I ran into an alley where I would be away from the prying eyes of passersby.

The sound of lungs that had forgotten how to function properly, that were still trying to process the spiritual as well as the physical impact of what had just occurred. He looked up at me from the floor. Rugged features twisted. Not with pain, exactly. Something more fundamental. Terror of reassessment. Of being forced to recalculate everything he'd believed about power, about hierarchy, about the narrative where he was protagonist and I was obstacle. The subtext of his arrogance - his absolute, unshakeable certainty that he occupied the correct position in the world's design - finally breaking under weight it had never been built to carry. "What..." The word came out wheezed, forced throug