Arrogant Novels & Stories

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?"

The man carried himself differently from everyone else as confidence radiated from him, this was not ordinary confidence but the kind that is built from years of getting whatever he wanted. His expensive suit fit perfectly and his watch alone looked worth more than most houses and yet what stood out most was his expression. Arrogance. This was a strong arroganve that didn't need any telling that this was arrogance, it was the type that comes from believing nobody could challenge him. Behind him no less 7 thug like men stood, each of them looking really tough and menacing, the group looked completely out of place, not because they were poorly dressed. Far from it.

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.

He was lying flat on his back without a pillow, while I stood several feet beyond a mattress that was as high as my waist. He suddenly lifted his head, our eyes met, and this made me stand perfectly still, forgetting to breathe. Even with the gag dividing his face, I noticed that he was handsome. Broad cheekbones, a hawk-like nose, and a sharply squared jaw that thrust out because of the gag. This is not a rogue or an Omega. I ain't mistaken. Arrogance is a trait that can only be found in an Alpha. Arrogance in an Omega would get his back whipped until blood spurted out.

"Arrogance is the camouflage of insecurity." "I bet you know that because that is your method." I stood up and dusted my pants. Her smile went still and a deep frown took over. She lunged, missing my hand but caught the sleeve of my jacket, ripping it and grabbed me by my neck. "Oh! Did I hit a nerve?" My voice was laced with pity and sarcasm. "I got you now, so surrender." She hollered with wide eyes and panting breaths. "Over my dead body." I glared and finally snickered.

she demanded angrily. I sucked. "I-I'm not doing anything wrong to her! She just cries and I'm not sure why. Maybe she can't accept the fact that she is stupid. It's just a simple coffee, but she didn't make it right. What can you say about that?" "What did you say? A stup*d? What a nice boss you are! Why are you so arrogant and proud of yourself? Why are you so rude to your employees? Didn't you know that if you don't have employees, you can't earn a lot of money? You can't have this huge company!At the very least, be a nice boss! Just a little bit. Treat them as a friend of your company who helps you earn more money, not just an employee."