Arrogant Novels & Stories

I didn't push him away because my heart yearned for the man I had fallen in love with. I used to disagree with the term that said that a person can only hate someone whom they had loved with the depths of their hearts. I thought it was ridiculous. But then I went through all of it. I fell in love with the Arrogant Billionaire. Then he Ruined Me and I hated him with the depths of my heart too.

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

And he had a quiet confidence—arrogance—about him that told her he not only got what he wanted, but that he knew it too. Arrogance wasn’t a quality she was particularly attracted to. But on him, it looked good. It fit him. Just like his clothing and his entire demeanor. And there was something about that gaze that turned her inside out. It had the very first time they’d met. Her stomach had performed somersaults, and he’d made her consider things she’d never considered before. He’d made her want things she’d never wanted or realized she wanted before.

"I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you. Just a little complain got you fired. Now, now, we wouldn't wanna find out what would happen if I ask him to do something else, now would we?" She whispered and glaring increased. "Are you by any means threatening me? I am a Morte, remember that!" "How fitting! Because I declined becoming 'a Morte', as you put it. So, do tell me, who do you think has more power over here the one who is a Morte or the one who refused to become one? Especially in this very room, with the very guy who wanted to make me a Morte." I smirked backing up and standing straight. "Now, I think you would like to leave. No, Ms Morte?"

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.”

"Well then, you already said I can eat whatever I want, so I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to order a lot of food at a high price, is that okay with you?" He simply laughed and then touched his nape. "You're truly incredible. It's fine with me, that's nothing. Anything you want, I'll order it for you." I grin. "Thank you, Sir. You're becoming slightly more kind right now, just slightly," I laughed softly. He raises his brows and smiles at me. "Why is it slight?" "Because you're still an arrogant boss. A bad boss, perhaps? Sorry for the term, but that's what it is."

Ella snapped. "Well, it's because I do not trust you in the slightest to handle such important designs," Austin stated bluntly. If looks could kill then Austin would have already been dead judging from the way Ella was glaring at him. Why are you glaring at me? Austin snapped. Because you are annoying as well as arrogant as well as full of yourself," Ella answered in anger. Austin shrugged casually as Ella words had no effect on him. "I'm a Gerano. it's the way I have been brought up and this is who I am. If you do not like it then you can please get the hell out of my office."

But all this woman did just look down on her. 'Damn it!' “Why don't you just answer it right away? I need your answer. Not your question." Ah, that arrogant attitude has returned. No wonder Lyra didn't have any friends. With this attitude, absolutely there is no one would feel comfortable around her. Iris snorted with amusement. "I can get out of here right away, Lyra. Your attitude is so arrogant. Really, really bad. You are the one who needs me. Not the other way. But all I get in return is your disrespectful attitude. So why should I answer your question? It doesn't matter for me." Iris is already standing. She is all ready t

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.

“You wouldn’t want me to make you cry again. You had so much guts a few minutes ago, I almost thought something was off with you. Maybe not right in the head? Because you cried all the way here like a child.” I gasped. The words hit hard. The audacity. The way he said it so smug, so proud of himself. It made my skin crawl. He was the kind of man who took pleasure in breaking people down just to feel more powerful. Arrogant. Cruel. And far too good looking for someone that evil. That smirk on his face… God, how I wished I could slap it clean off.