Arrogant Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Sarah said “I shouldn’t be hard on you? Then tell me what, should I be super nice to you? Tell me do you deserve it?” I was saying with a newfound courage “I just want to apologize, I want to say I am sorry for how I treated you, I admit I was obsessed about Carl, but I am well over him now, please forgive me” “It’s fine, I forgive you, I have to rush off now, someone is waiting for me” I said trying to get into the car

The guy also had the kind of presence that usually made people step back. Usually. Instinct screamed at him to apologize or laugh it off. It told him that he wasn't worthy of speaking to someone of this caliber. Say you were joking and end this. But then something cold settled in his chest. It wasn't confidence; at least not yet. But something steadier. It called itself the Arrogance system. If this was real… Then backing down wasn't an option. He exhaled slowly. Then looked at the car. It was sleek and polished.

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.

Till the time I went close to her, my ears could hear her screaming on her phone like a maniac. “So what should I do? That foreign star doesn’t know his limits and is always pissing everyone.” “Am I supposed to babysit his arrogant self? What does he even think of himself as?” What is Miss. Receptionist talking about? I don’t know why, but the urge in me to hear her increased. I completely forgot that it is rude… “He was just born with a silver spoon in his mouth with both looks and richness. Only if I would have gotten the chance to hit him.”

I uttered out loudly, hiking my arms away from him. He bit his lips. “This is the problem I have with lower-class people,” he said, a thin line forming between his forehead. ‘Did I just hear him saying low-class people?’ With fury in my face, I confronted him, “Why won't you utter that statement, since people born with a silver spoon are arrogant and proud like a peacock. You are nothing but a peacock.” He removed his hands from his pockets and pointed his finger at my forehead, letting it touch my head.

Whenever they fought or had problems, that was exactly how Aston managed to get her under his thumb every single time. ​ "You speak as if you know all about it," Patricia snapped, casting a sharp, resentful glance at him. ​ "Every womanizer chooses that method. Your husband is no different." Arthur let out a cynical smirk as he spoke. Seeing Patricia’s reaction only stoked an inexplicable sense of irritation within him. ​ "So, it’s true, isn't it?" he pressed again, acting like a rabid dog glaring at anyone who dared wander into its territory. ​ "True about what?"

I'm way too smart for that trick. From now on I'm not letting my guard. I am an asshole, a jackass, the world’s most arrogant, most hated yet still loved by people and the richest man on earth, an ego bigger than the universe, ruler of the biggest empire in the world. I, Xander James Forsythe will not compete with a woman, ever. Her company will be mine and I will take it from her one way or another even if it means killing her. “Xander, are you talking to yourself again?” Charles asks from the kitchen.

George exclaimed, applauding. But then his tone turned sour. "So, you're this shameless and desperate?" he sneered. "Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't work for me? And just a few days ago, you didn't care about my personality?" A mischievous smile crossed his face as he continued, "Well, well, well, the proud peacock is right in front of me. It's quite a shame to see mighty Lisa stooping so low as to be my secretary."

He raises an eyebrow at me and breaks into an unguarded smile, confidently handsome and yet this time it irks me. “If you say so.” That irritating smug look he has that’s the other side to Carrero. It’s that face that makes women drop their panties in a blink, but he also has this annoying male “know it all” cheekiness. Arrogance. Like he’s always on the verge of a good joke, and it has to be one of his most infuriating qualities.