Arrogant Celebrities Novels & Stories

Sharon looked at him with disgust. He's really got guts. Coming to drag her down for breakfast but she did not doubt that he would do it too. His arrogance was becoming intolerable. 'Get your foot out of my door!' 'Are you trying to get me to lose my temper? Bryan ground out between his teeth. 'What happens if you do?' she asked. ' Ate you going to turn into a monster and tear us into pieces?' He wasn't amused, a dark colour went round his face as he said coldly, 'Very funny'.

I corrected, “He only…he only grabbed me in anger. I was at fault.” Darren scoffed, “He grabbed you by the neck, that’s pretty much assault to me. I’m sick and tired of rich people who think they can get away with shit.” “Calm down, Hayley got herself in this mess too when she signed that contract. I don’t even think what they did is bad, it’s just….Christian is a celebrity so he should have known better to prevent this from getting to the media.” Kitty folded her legs on the couch,

“You should really rest up. Your fever was so bad that you barely got a good night's sleep.” A small confused scowl creased my forehead. “Are you trying to imply that you were with me the whole night and probably took care of me because I had a fever?” my tone was heavily laced with skepticism. His head slowly tilted to the side. “Why is that so hard to believe? Because I am a celebrity.” “People, especially celebrities, don't do things unless it benefits them in a way,” I said, my voice firm. “That's called stereotyping.” “It's called logical reasoning,” I responded, my tone crisp. “Celebrities and the entertainment industry are more like the most selfish species of humans. Their movements

His face was coldly handsome, his expression one of supreme arrogance. “Girls,” one of my friends whispered, her voice tinged with awe and dread, “do not even think about it. Morgan Thornhill is not someone you play around with. He is rude, arrogant, and completely unattainable. Trust me, I have tried.” Oliver said, with so much hate in her voice. Her words made me laugh. “Maybe he’s rude to you,” I said smugly, “but he would not dare treat me that way.” Well, forgive me, that was the first time I had seen Morgan Thornhill,I had no clue the kind of person he was.

Across the street, a group of people were there, existing like they owned the world. One of them, the loudest among them, leaned against a sleek car, keys spinning around his finger. [Target Detected] High Arrogance Sensitivity Potential Reward Multiplier: ×3 Adam's pulse spiked. He wasn't sure why he even considered a random hallucination to be true. He wasn't even sure why he wasn't much shocked at what he saw. "You've got to be kidding me." He had ten minutes to convince one person that he was richer. That he was better and that he belonged above them.

​ "Your wife’s moans, of course. I like them. They're sweet, melodic, and a hell of an aphrodisiac." "You're insane!" Aston was the one to cut the line this time, unable to endure another word from Arthur. If he actually heard Patricia’s voice, he would surely suffer just as he had last night. Karma was catching up to him for his secret affair with another man’s wife, and the revenge being exacted was stinging. If he went to the police, he would be too ashamed of his own actions. For an executive of his stature, a scandal like this would undoubtedly extinguish his future in an instant. ​

As she admired it, a commotion erupted nearby. "You don't know who I am! I will shut this entire mall down!" a sharp, high-pitched voice shrieked. Matilda turned. A blonde woman, radiating arrogance and entitlement, was towering over a sales assistant, her designer heels clicking menacingly against the tile floor. "I'm sorry, madam," the salesgirl said, her voice tremulous yet courteous. "That dress has already been sold. Perhaps you would like to consider another?" "I will complain to the manager!" the woman spat, her eyes blazing. She had the kind of confidence that demanded attention, though it reeked of privilege rather than poise.

Sara’s POV Back at the penthouse, the loneliness and confusion gnawed at me. Zack’s cold demeanor in Paris still lingered in my mind, and I needed a distraction. I decided to browse social media, hoping to find some clues or at least divert my thoughts. Opening I*******m, I went straight to Zack’s profile, scrolling through his posts and tagged photos. It was like stepping into a world where he lived a completely different life. One post after another showcased his professional achievements, glamorous events, and stylish outings, all portraying a confident and charismatic man. The stark contrast between his online persona and the man I knew in private was jarring.

she begged crying. “Oh now I get it, that was the reason you dressed like this because you were going to see him, you little gold digger, right? He yelled at her “George please I promise it is not what you think, please George.she said still crying “Wow, the almighty Lisa is kneeling in front of me begging me?”He said laughing wickedly “Well, I don’t care whatever you are doing just make sure you don’t drag my name to the mud! Because you are my wife and there’s no way a billionaire’s wife like you can be seen hanging out with a low life like that.”He said with authority.

He reached over, pushed his door open, and stepped out into the cool evening air. I followed him out, my boots hitting the gravel. "Are you humble-bragging right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Ares stopped and looked back at me, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. "That was a fact, beautiful. I don't need to be humble to brag about my wealth. I'm a billionaire. I earned the right to be arrogant about it." "Shameless," I teased, though a small smile tugged at my lips.