Arrogant Mga Nobela at Kwento

For what though? "Your confidence is misleading," I tell him with a snort. "And you don’t like me oozing it?" His head corks to a side, amusement swirling as he stares at me. "Like I said, it is misleading," I repeat and take my seat again then I look away from him. "I wouldn’t even call it confidence, arrogance would be the best word to describe it." I add. "Haa... You think I’m arrogant?" "You are arrogant." Carla returns from where she went, holding up a vase. That’s probably what she went to get outside. "You are very arrogant. Your cockiness borders on delusion sometimes," she states, settlin

He said and diverted his attention back to his book. "Wow... I'm amused"I told him truthfully. "You aren't supposed to even see me studying"He said. "And why's that?"I asked. "It makes me look like a nerd,i don't like people seeing me study"He said. "I thought bad boys don't study"I said. "They don't" "Then why are you studying when your a bad ass arrogant...." "You ask so many questions damn it!"He closed the book he was holding and put it away beside him.

"I have my license. Get down if you don't like my awesome driving skills" "How are you going to drive with your eyes closed if I got down?". "You are irritating". "You are adamant". "You are dominant". "You are a brat. Take a left.". "Are we on right track?You are rude". "Yes. You are crazy". "That sounds like a compliment. You are a jerk". "You are a pain in the ass". "Your Arrogance can get you killed?". "Take a right. It's not arrogance. It's ..careful..Take a U-turn".

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

She essentially stood in front of the most powerful corporate board in the city and told them that their CEO was difficult to handle. For a second, the room was dead silent. You could hear the hum of the air conditioning on the ceiling. Then, to everyone's absolute shock, Lady Harrington’s close friend on the board, Arthur Sterling, let out a short, approving laugh and started clapping softly. "Well said, young lady," Sterling nodded respectfully. "This company has had enough quiet yes-men for decades. Backbone is a rare trait around this table." One by one, the hostile expressions around the table shifted into grudging respect. They didn't just accept her; they were impressed by her.

It was a massive, expensive wall of noise designed to swallow me whole, a reminder of the sheer, unyielding power Caleb wielded when he wanted to put on a show. Caleb skated past the red line, deliberately slowing his stride right in front of me. He didn't look broken anymore; he had put on his armor of absolute arrogance. He gestured toward the roaring VIP boxes with the blade of his stick, his eyes locking onto mine with a cold, predatory confidence.

But any admiration I might have felt vanished as his expression darkened with annoyance. "Watch where you're going, clumsy," he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I stumbled for words. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. His lips twisted into a sneer, and a rush of anger rose within me. Who did he think he was, speaking to me like that? "Sorry doesn't undo the fact that you nearly knocked me over," he retorted, his tone dripping with condescension.

Privileged bastard. "You're such an arrogant bitch, is your mouth too heavy to say thank you?" Hearing his question made me conclude that I'm not gonna thank him again, he has no right to call me arrogant, "I am not interested in saying thank you." I huffed grabbed the water bottle in the front and took a nice gulp, "Arrogant thankless woman." I heard him mumble and the urge to whack his head with the water bottle I was holding intensified but I changed my mind because our lives were in his hands.

Besides, the board expects to meet you. Me: Tell the board I’m imaginary. Arrogant bitch: They’d still prefer you in heels. My jaw drops. “Unbelievable,” I mutter. Me: No. I’m not doing this. Arrogant bitch: You’ll change your mind. You always do. Me: You overestimate your charm. Arrogant bitch: I don’t need charm, Ava. I have leverage. My throat tightens. He never raises his voice, but somehow every message lands like a command.

My confidence did not last, it disappeared the moment he opened his mouth and asked me, “Are you Hard of hearing?” he asked me arrogantly. “Excuse me?” I retorted, sounding offended by his choice of words. If I was fantasizing about him, if I had even an ounce of desire for this guy, it always disappears whenever we have an encounter. His words and attitude are a complete turn-off for me. I fucking hate this guy's attitude, how can anyone love this arrogant bastard, why are they fighting to be recognized by him, it's just so annoying.