Age Of Arrogance Novel Novels & Stories

Making sure the fruit was covered with my dripping juices, this time, he opened his mouth, slurped on the juices before gobbling the entire strawberry. “Hmmmm you taste better than the berry” he stated, licking his lips. No man had ever relished me in such a way before. Turning me around, he quietly said, “The difference between arrogance and confidence is that, while an arrogant man is blinded by his ego, someone who is confident will not brag or pull anyone down. I just happen to be acutely aware of my abilities and function accordingly.” Still dazed but shy, I buried my head into his chest as he continued, “What happened right now was pure pleasure and you needn’t be ashamed of it. That w

He said and diverted his attention back to his book. "Wow... I'm amused"I told him truthfully. "You aren't supposed to even see me studying"He said. "And why's that?"I asked. "It makes me look like a nerd,i don't like people seeing me study"He said. "I thought bad boys don't study"I said. "They don't" "Then why are you studying when your a bad ass arrogant...." "You ask so many questions damn it!"He closed the book he was holding and put it away beside him.

"Oh my God, you're actually doing that?" "Yes! Look at me, I'm the terrifying, mysterious dark overlord of... everything!" She flopped down on a nearby bench, throwing her head back. "And the way he sips his coffee! Like the fate of the universe rests in his hand. 'Still too hot, mere mortals!' Honestly, Ivan, watching him is exhausting." Ivan laughed harder. "You hate him." "Hate? Nooo," she said, mockingly adopting his tone again. "'I adore all humans... except you, lowly peasant!' That's basically him! Desperate, Arrogant!" She shook her head, smirking at her own performance.

Though, I do feel like slapping him on the face for telling me to act like him. I do remember Clairmont from the novel. In fact, because he appeared on the latter part of the novel, and because I have a strong short-term memory, I remembered almost all of his traits. And what do you know, being arrogant is one of his strong points. Throughout the course of reading the novel, ‘The Evil Villainess is My Lover’, I was wondering why Clairmont keep up with his arrogant behaviour. Maybe it was just the author trying to depict that Clairmont is a mighty being, so being arrogant is a must. Now that I think about it, a lot of magical beasts in novels with similar characteristics like Clairmont; long-

Justin asked in irritation. "I would have preferred to go with that man rather than be here with you," Jasmine yelled. Justin looked at Jasmine in disbelief. She had to be joking but then again, her facial expression didn't look like she was joking. "Oh, so you're telling me that you would have preferred to go with the asshole who wanted to rape you than me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes!" Jasmine nodded in agreement. "You see, unlike you, he doesn't act like a spoiled and arrogant brat whose inflated ego has clouded his sense of judgment and reasoning."

"Well, then you're definitely welcome, don't you think?" "Sure. Who can refuse me anyway?" arrogant. "If it weren't for me, you could be poor in the near future." Arabella's cynical glance was evident. "Don't be arrogant in front of me." he said sneering. Alessia's smile was still imprinted. Ignoring Arabella's sneer by returning to answer with her songong tone. "I'm arrogant because there are things I can brag about, Ara. Then, what's the problem?" Arabella waved her hand nonchalantly. "Whatever. You can do whatever you like. I don't care." Arabella snorted in annoyance.

He smirked arrogantly, his words dripping with contempt. "You want money? I have plenty of it! I'll pay whatever you want. Name your price!" he spat, his tone dripping with condescension, as if she were an object for sale. She felt insulted and demeaned. No one had ever looked down on her so shamelessly. Her life may have been far from perfect, but she would never stoop so low as to sell her body for money. Her heart churned with a mix of anger and resentment.

I kept everything bottled inside and it suddenly came bursting out when we had that argument. “Girls are really emotional fools” he stated. He was never going to change. “I wonder how those models of yours tolerate your arrogance and high handedness” I said. Seriously. It is the 21st century, who talks like that? “They love it because I am wealthy” he was saying when I scoffed “And am hot” he finished and all I could do was stare at him. “I cannot believe you just said you are hot. Over confidence!” He tensed for a moment. I was glad it was dark but for the candle on the counter and on the table. I could not see him glaring at me.

To Simon. This was nothing short of threatening me with my life, I thought bitterly. A life I was doing a terrific job of protecting on my own. The contradiction of it all burned hotter. Just yesterday, he had looked at me with what I swore was worry, an expression that softened the harsh edges of his face. Just yesterday, I had thought there was something—something human—underneath that polished arrogance. My fingers raked through my hair, snagging on pins. I yanked them out in frustration, tossing them without care. The tiny clinks of metal scattering across the rooftop only mocked me, each sound like a pebble dropped into a well of irritation.

I smiled, it was better than I imagined. “What's your opinion on this?” I asked and everywhere became silent. At first, I could tell that they were surprised I was asking their opinion but then I saw a few shifts uncomfortably, they were scared. But then someone spoke up, A young guy stood up, he had black hair and forest-green eyes. His features were relatively average but he had a strong body. His aura was dominative and I knew immediately that he was a leader. “The elders are ancient and wise but their arrogance is bone-deep and they have become ignorant to matters of today. They are too rigid with their ways and their judgment has been clouded. Their greed has chipped away their loyalty