Arrogant Novels & Stories

and he was enjoying every second of my flustered denial. "Sometimes you are just too arrogant, you know that?" I said, trying to inject some bite into my tone even as my traitorous body leaned slightly toward him. "Of course, I'm arrogant," Max agreed easily, not even bothering to deny it. "And stubborn when it comes to going after what I want. That's exactly why girls love me." The casual confidence in his voice should have annoyed me... But somehow, on Max, it was different. It wasn't manipulative arrogance—it was just honest self-awareness. He knew what he had, knew how to use it, but there was no malice in it. No need to dim

She let the lamplight spill over it before she spoke. “It’s mine.” The man’s breath was a humorless exhale. “You sound too sure of yourself, Amara.” “Confidence isn’t arrogance,” she said. “Confidence is knowing every angle before you step in.” “And arrogance?” Her gaze drifted to the window, to the restless sprawl of the city below. “Arrogance is assuming you’re the only one who knows how to set a trap.” This time, he didn’t rush his answer. When it came, it was heavier.

“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."

Never seen someone this good-looking? Arrogant jerk, I seethed inwardly.

There was a sense of arrogance in the way he held himself, as if he was above everyone else and knew it. I couldn't stand the way he acted, as if he was entitled to everything just because of who he was. He seemed to think that he was better than everyone else, and that nothing could touch him. It was as if he was untouchable, and he reveled in that fact. His dark hair, tanned skin, and tall frame may have been attractive to some, but to me, it was his arrogance that made him unappealing. "I tried to be nice." He said.

The mercenary asks while becoming more hostile toward the scholar youth. The youth smiled brightly like he was just waiting for this question for a long time. “Agnorant, A word that perfectly describes the People who are completely ignorant about something while being arrogant and act as they know it even better than the expert. For example, claiming to be an all-powerful expert who could ignore a friendly warning of a colleague while acting tough without knowing or being cautious about unknown threats.” “You are courting death!!” Angered from the word of the scholar youth, the mercenary fiercely attacked him with a punch imbued with all of his might.

, I just wanted to degrade her a little bit, she can't just take the glory. "I knew it. You prideful and arrogant fool. You will never allow me to have my laugh", she flared up and insulted me. "Your laugh? When it is not yours to have?", I scoffed and she flared out of the room. "You better speak to Kaiden on your way home", I yelled as she walked angrily to the door. She shut the door to the house angrily and the whole house shook.

It hit me then—I hadn’t thought about my phone even once. “Well, you were right about one thing,” I said, looking across the table at him. “You’ll have to be more specific. I’m usually right about everything.” I rolled my eyes. “And here I was about to pay you a compliment. Then you go and ruin it with that ego.” “Arrogance is when you overestimate your abilities. I don’t exaggerate. I’m simply accurate.” “Stuck-Up Suit really does suit you, doesn’t it?” He ignored my jab. “What was the compliment?”

I don’t think I have anything to fix, though? Clairmont heaved a quick sigh. “Arrogance. I need you to be a little more arrogant.” I unconsciously scoffed. He would be labelled as a bastard if he told me those words back in my original world. People sought after humble people, not an arrogant one. He said as if being arrogant was the right thing to do, given his nonchalant tone. We both stayed silent after that. No response, no bickering, nothing. I pursed my lips to prevent myself from talking any further to avoid saying anything unnecessary. Though, I do feel like slapping him on the face for te

I was the wrong choice for him. I glanced at him and offered a small smile. Silly guy. "Are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk. My face fell into a frown, annoyance creeping up. "Are you arrogant?" I shot back, my voice sharp with irritation, my expression matching. The amused smile that had lingered earlier disappeared in an instant. He was getting ahead of himself, thinking he had me figured out. Arrogance was one of the things I hated most in people. And, of course, this rich, handsome guy seemed to think all the girls were falling over him. Well, newsflash—I'm not one of them. I’d rather die than let him know the slightest bit of attraction.