Arrogant Novels & Stories

" he winked at me and bent his head to kiss me but I pushed his face. " Don't try to be cute, it doesn't suit you. Mr Arrogant. " " Arrogant ?? Me?? " " Who else.." " You are my clumsy beauty too... " " See how arrogant you are, I agree that I am clumsy, but it really bad of you to say it on my face. I hate you. "

He arrogantly approached Harvey once again with an icy and disdainful gaze. "Harvey, Harvey… "I believe that I'm someone quite arrogant, you know. "I didn't expect you to be even more arrogant than I am. "Unfortunately, you never realized one thing. "You need something to back up your arrogance. "Someone like me has enough to be arrogant about. "But someone like you? That life of yours is worth nothing. What makes you think you can act so arrogantly before me, huh? "Today, I will show you what it means to be this close from becoming a

Her heart throbbed at the way he looked from the side profile. He was, by no doubts, gorgeous. But that arrogance he carried, arrogance that irked others and made them question their own possession and wealth was sitting on his face like a tattoo permanently etched on his features. "You're King Kong, a beast, a monster. An impertinent, witless cheater. You should be kept in a dungeon and never allowed to see the world. You are despicable, filthy, an adulterer, a—"

“You’re such a conceited, arrogant bastard!” In a heartbeat, he had my back against the wall. “I’m your conceited, arrogant bastard,” he countered intensely. He was so close I could feel his body heat, yet not close enough to touch. I dampened my lips mechanically and his eyes followed the gesture hungrily. He closed the gap between us and leaned in a little so that his breath caressed my cheek, “I’m also very persistent. I always get what I want.”

Kelving growled. “She could even be fucking another man right now!” “I know she is not because of her arrogance. Her arrogance will not let her allow any man to touch her!” I growled and then walked out. “You are really leaving because of Chloe?!” I did not respond.

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

"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?"

Arrogant people like Jessica didn't need concessions; they didn't need to endure because they only fueled their arrogance. Those who make mistakes must pay the price for their wrong actions.

"Right. The great Mike Weller. God, you really are as arrogant and rude as everyone says, aren't you? You think just because your family owns half this town and has old-money wealth, you can just dictate who gets to speak to her? You don't own her, Mike. You're just a privileged, brainless varsity jock who uses people for entertainment." ​I didn't flinch. I didn't blink. My expression remained entirely stone-cold, completely unbothered by the insults hurled at my character. I had been called arrogant my entire life; it meant absolutely nothing to him. ​"Five seconds, Grey," I murmured smoothly, my jaw clicking once.

I chortled, "are those the kind of compliments you want? Hot enough to cause a burn, and sexy enough to make me see no one else but you? You are so confident and pompous, aren't you?" "No, I'm not pompous..." He began but when he saw me giving him the really look he said. "Maybe a bit pompous and confident." He smiled. I wriggled my finger, "no not a bit. Very pompous." "Come on, I'm not that..." His brows knitted together. "So what are you arrogant?" I teased. "Of course not, I'm a nice gentleman." "Gentleman indeed," I threw shafts of sarcasm.