Arrogant Celebrities Novels & Stories

"Do I look like a stupid woman to follow that?" "Yeah, you look like." "I rather have a daily sex with Zian than you." "I'm hotter and more handsome than him." "I don't care you're not fresh anymore." "What the fuck?" "It's true don't deny it." "When will you shut up?" "When you stopped being arrogant." "Who said that I'm arrogant?" "Me, cause you're always acting like you're high above us all and you're so authoritative." "I'm not acting like that cause I am above you all."

I wouldn't even like to go there, they looked dangerous and bled out this aura of intimation daring anyone to step on their toes. "Now the number One in the Levels of Wealth is the Apex of Wealth. Here we have the CEOs of his companies all over the world. Celebrities like well known actors, musicians and even models. They come here frequently and occupy the left side of the room. They are arrogant, pompous and proud. They are incredibly selective and rude and while they had enough money to buy the club a million times they prefer to stump all over poor ones like us" Olivia said, rolling her eyes before nudging my head to where a group of people say, looking at everyone with irritating stares

He has that impressive, I’ve worked out hard defined V down to what I can only assume is an impressive cock. Holy shit, Madi stop thinking of him like that. I may not like the guy or what he stands for, but I know that I’m not the only woman in the country who hasn’t lusted over his mighty fine body and let’s face it, he does like to take his top off. A LOT. Is he a poser? You bet he is and on top of that, he is conceited, arrogant and the worst kind of player. I mean guy player, sex, fast women, fast cars, drinking, clubbing all that kind of shit that I have ever come across and dealing with sports celebrities, I’d know.

Brandon repeated, scoffing. “YouTube reaction channels are on fire, posting two-hour-long videos of them crying out loud, jumping from their seats and grabbing their heads. Well, and crying like babies. Many people all over the internet are arguing about the cut. If you planned it, you’re a master manipulator, scourging yourself while your lover and friends blow your horn out loud. If not, all your detractors should be ashamed. ‘Cause what they did comes to refute all the rumors about you being— how should I say it? An arrogant prick and a tyrannical son of a bitch.”

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

His voice climbed again, dangerous. “Don’t say that about him,” I blurted before I could stop myself. The words shocked me as much as they did him. I shouldn’t have defended Simon. Not when even his name was tinder to Adam’s flame. But something inside me refused to let the dismissal stand. “He may be arrogant, privileged, a prick who criticizes everyone around him, but he didn’t get to where he is because of his mother alone.” Adam’s jaw slackened in disbelief. Then his voice fell to a whisper, strained and raw. “You’re defending him. You’re actually defending him.”

Shawn countered. “So, as I think of you as arrogant, it means it's a fact about you?” Tiffany asked. “Of course not. I'm not arrogant.” Shawn said. “See, you dish out what you can't take. You can see me as a spoilt brat, but I can't see you as arrogant.” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. “I don't have the time to argue. I want to go back to my news.” Shawn said. “Sure. Talking to you is actually boring. I would rather be on my phone, or with my books.” Tiffany said and walked away leaving Shawn to stare at her in surprise

Money was nothing but she made him it seem more than that. “My music is paying very well,” she said, her voice dripping with arrogance. She didn't share a glance with me and her body movement was exceedingly conceit. “Plus, even if the company wasn't returned to us, I could still have paid him, you know. We are not poor, Dad!”

“He looks like those fellows on the billboards in Seattle. Say, corporate, do those pretty leather shoes help you walk any faster in the mud, or do they just make it easier for Savannah to drag you around?” They burst into a fit of loud laughter. Anger filled me immediately, making me clench both my fists by my sides so tight, that the nails pinched my palms, almost drawing blood. Back in Seattle, even though I refused to live under my dad’s name, I was well known and respected. I was a Montgomery, an analyst and an entrepreneur who commanded rooms with intelligence and strategy but here, these men thought they were better than me. And the fact that I couldn’t really do anything to them was

“I know you are my boss but you can't speak to me when you are angry, please go back to your office and come down. When you do come back and we will talk calmly.” “Am so sorry for my behavior,” Gael apologized. “Am not trying to justify my actions but he makes me furious and pushes me at the edge some times,” he said. “ It's okay, I quite understand what you are going through at the moment but don't worry we are used to him behaving in an arrogant manner,” Tasha said.