Arrogant Bible Verse Novels & Stories

He wagged his finger at his opponent and taunted, “No, not you! You’re literally too weak to take a punch from me. Hey, can I get someone stronger than this lightweight?” The nerves—that insufferable arrogance! And that aggressive conceit!

Then he added as his eyes ran up and down me, “not like you have much to be smug or arrogant about, but here you are.” My head bowed as I took in my own form, my head tilted towards him, “don’t judge a book by its cover, it’s the words inside that matter, all that glitters isn’t gold now is it, Alpha Christen.” Amusement flitted in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I gulped at the sudden fear that now tightened my throat.

His voice rises, clipped and sharp, “—it made every single person in that room feel like they were beneath you.” I throw my hands up. “So now I'm responsible for everyone's feelings too?” “No.” His voice goes cold. “Just your own arrogance.” Arrogance? The word lands somewhere ugly and I hate that it does. Because apparently if I don't immediately agree with everyone around me, it's arrogance. Fantastic. Arrogance. Right. Of course. “In my family,” I grit out, voice rough at the edges, “speaking for yourself isn’t arrogance.” My throat burns. “And I wasn’t raised to wash dishes.”

"Anyone who thinks they could do better, come and challenge me. If you think you aren't powerful enough, you can get more people to fight along with you." Antigonus spoke in a cold voice, and he had an arrogant attitude. The fiend race was born brutal and violent. As the supreme leader of the fiend race, Antigonus was ready for a big fight after occupying Hackett's body and condensing his fiend soul. Many people were startled and angry at his arrogant and challenging words. 'What an arrogant person. He's too arrogant.'

"Besides, wouldn't it make a better statement if I'd proven my strength in public?" He chuckled. "Well, I believe that could come as a huge shock to some of those idiots. They would have to admit that you are far better than all of them." I smirked. "I AM better than all of them." "Now who's arrogant?" He laughed. "That's not arrogance, but a fact," I stated boldly and leaned forward to kiss his lips. ***

“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."

" I interrogated while trying not to flush. I have a strange sensation Arthur just said a Bible scripture in hushed tones so I wouldn't be able to ask him any more questions. For some strange reason, his prior statement prompted me to wonder if such a section exists in the Bible. "Yeah. It's in Romans 5:8, but it doesn't include your name. I'm the one who inserted your pet's name into the bible passage." Arthur spoke briefly before his voice drifted off. "And, if I may inquire, why did you suddenly bring up the Bible?" Arthur inquired because he was perplexed as to why I had abruptly brought up the subject.

Arrogance—that word is simple to write. Many have seen arrogance before. But the arrogance displayed by Kiran, they had never encountered. Crippling these men was shocking enough, and now he even dares to call on the Lions Club for a further challenge, something beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Brutus, seething with extreme irritation, grabbed a phone, "Kid, you're looking for death, I'll grant it!"

Scarlett's Point of View "The mango," he said, his voice dripping with impatience. I raised an eyebrow, feeling ignorant. "Huh?" His sneer deepened and remarked with arrogance, "Give me the mango. Are you deaf or what?" I couldn't help but be amused by his audacity. I held the mango tightly, refusing to surrender it to him. In a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, devouring the fruit.

“What the hell are you doing here? How dare you show your face here after I’ve cut off everything with you?! Are you that desperate you can’t bear to stay away from me for a second?!” Arrogance! Punk! “Well, I’m proud to deflate your ego. I’m not here for your cheap, irresponsible personality,” I replied, narrowing my eyes. I heard gasps from his friends, and I knew I must have hit him exactly where I wanted. “You have nothing worth coming back for,” I added, right in his face, a little confidence seeping into my head, though I could feel my heart pounding rapidly.