Novel & Cerita Arrogant Celebrities

"Though arrogance was not mentioned once. And to say it's unattractive would be an understatement." "Oh, really?" He scoffs a laugh. "Yep." She nods. "What's the saying? Nobody likes a show-off?" "I'm not sure what you mean," He says, giving her a glance in which she can see the playful glint in his eyes. "I'd never do anything to make myself seem so unlikeable. As you said, arrogance isn't very attractive. And I'd much rather be seen as charming." "See, that? Right there? Also unattractive, just like your big head."

He was known for being imperious, arrogant, and a casanova who dated countless women. Peter was aware of Miles’ impressive reputation that preceded him prior to their meeting. He knew that a rich kid of Miles’ rank was not someone he could afford to offend despite being an experienced businessman in the media industry. All at once, he felt rather troubled. If this person were some other female celebrity, he would have given his consent to Miles right away.

Argo said, walking back into the room and sitting down on his bed. "Is it really so bad if Mila and Eli go on a date? He’s not so,-" "Don’t fucking tell me he’s not so bad. You know what a condescending ass he is. People call me arrogant, but I at least come out with it. He thinks he’s the Goddess gift on fucking earth, the perfect future Alpha that can do no fucking wrong. He’s a fucking know-it-all, while in reality he doesn’t know shit." Argo said, unable to sit down anymore out of anger, he began pacing the room.

Working in the showbiz world for six whole years of my life, eventually I came to know how to easily spot the arrogant celebrities from the rest. It was a survival instinct I developed over time, because I would know who to avoid and save myself the trouble of getting tangled in their mess. And as I look over Lucien Frantz standing in front of me, I know he is someone I should avoid. He towered over me, swaying side to side, though I could not smell alcohol on him, so assuming he's drunk is out of the picture.

The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, the air heavy with expectation. A few moments later, Louis swaggered in with his entourage of groomsmen, his face practically glowing with satisfaction. His smile stretched wide as he greeted guests, shaking hands like he was some kind of celebrity, basking in the spotlight as though the entire event had been orchestrated for his benefit alone. His confidence was nauseating, the kind of arrogance that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t help the words that slipped out, my voice dripping with disdain. "Look at him. Arrogant bastard. He disgusts me."

He had made it so understandable even for a mere passerby. This guy, Kante Douglas, the guy she liked, the girl she was chasing, the guy she liked was way too awesome. He was arrogant because he was more than capable. Mona didn't think there was a day she would ever find arrogance attractive but when it came to Kante Douglas, Mona really couldn't understand what she had been doing.

he snapped, rudely. Brixlee was taken aback by his rudeness, and in that instant, all the good impression she had about him disappeared. He wasn't handsome at all; in fact, he looked like a frog prince. "Why do the rich always tend to be stupid?" she murmured loudly as she walked away, pissed. If money did make people stupid, she was willing to be as dumb as Patrick Star. . . . Nathan Grey sat impatiently in his office, waiting to hear from his right-hand man. It didn't take long before his cell phone rang, and he answered it.

The arrogance vanished, replaced by something cold. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. “You think she’s better than me?” That was the real wound. Not heartbreak. Pride. Amara didn’t care about love. She cared about winning. About being chosen. And I had just chosen Aria. “You’re beautiful, I’ll give you that,” I shook my head at my own foolishness. “Just as a cactus is beautiful, but only from afar. Touch it and you’re life becomes living hell. And right now…you’re that cactus I never should’ve touched.”

At thirty, Zefki was already leading his father's property business, armed with a master's degree from a foreign university, earning his father's trust to manage the family business. Being an only child, Zefki's demeanor appeared arrogant and self-centered. His brutal and indifferent nature piqued the curiosity of many women. Even during his school days, he was idolized by his peers, but he paid no attention to their affections, believing love and such things were mere nonsense. Zefki believed he didn't need love; his logic and dominant mindset disconnected him from romantic feelings. Some even speculated he might be interested in same-sex relationships, but Zefki seemed indifferent to publi

As cheesy as it sounded they were the reason he loved doing what he does. But now? Now they had disappointed him in a way he never would have thought they could. He has never been so upset with his fandom then in that very moment. So he decided he wanted to quit. He hated being a celebrity. He hated not having privacy. He hated being mobbed by paparazzi. He hated how anxious he was just stepping out of his house. And now he hated that he couldn't be happy without his fans attacking the source of his happiness. So what reason did he have to stay an idol. He could very easily stick to producing for other artists and he would be happy because he was still working with music. He didn't need to b