Arrogante Novels & Stories

Never seen someone this good-looking? Arrogant jerk, I seethed inwardly.

The guards saw me the second I walked in. Their posture tightened, shoulders straightening, eyes dropping just enough to show recognition without a single word leaving their mouths. No greetings. No nods. Only the automatic discipline that came when someone they could not ignore stepped into their space. I kept walking. Marcello Massimo’s place never needed to announce itself. Everything in it already had weight. Expensive in a way that didn’t seek attention. Old money folded into modern arrogance, a house built on the kind of confidence that didn’t ask to be respected because it already was.

"Don't show me your arrogance, I'm not a fool who would believe your big mouth. The world leaders are not afraid of you, but they consider you a person not worth looking at!" Gama's sarcastic words angered leader Aristo. "How dare you say this to me, don't you know who I am? I am Aristo, the strongest gangster in the city of E'Ador. It's wrong that you dare to underestimate me!" "And you don't know who I am either. Mr. Aristo. The strongest Featherston family fortune in E'Ador city and the world, I have everything you have, even far above your strength and abilities. With all that, I can destroy you, starting with him!"

Aria's eyes soften, "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or be worried because I am not exactly an arrogant dickhead." My eyes widen and then I burst out laughing, she joins in too. "I can't believe you just called me a dickhead," I laugh out. "I will agree that I am arrogant, a little bit but it's thanks to my father," I say raising my glass in the air. Aria laughs and clinks her glass against mine before we both take a sip from our glass. "Well, I think a little bit of arrogance can be attractive, as long as it's not too much." She says with a smile.

Angryily I went after him and when i got to his front, I pushed him so hard that he lost his balance and fell on the floor. "Are you crazy miss!" He asked looking quite furious. " You think your damn money is every thing right! A simple sorry would have done the thing yet you kept on being arrogant through and through, just how much do you posess that you flaunt it around"I asked feeling so very angry "Your money wouldn't do it Mr! so have it back,I think you need it more than i do, to help wash off your damn arrogance"I said as I threw the money on him.

his voice dropped, low and almost tender “—you were too arrogant to even notice me.” I almost laughed in his face. Too arrogant? He didn’t know half of it. Still, I stayed still, calculating. There was something unhinged behind his eyes. He wasn’t harmless, no, this one was dangerous. The kind of man who’d burn everything down for control. Just like me. “Too arrogant to notice you?” I said coldly. “I don’t think I even know who you are.”

I playfully ask and wrap my arms around her waist. "You better stay with Ashley." She playfully smiles and holds her arms on my neck. "Oh, ok I understand." I smile and act offended. "I wasn't done. Because I love your British accent more than your broken Turkish." She chuckles. "I don't know if you just flirted or insulted me." I say playfully. And she starts to laugh.

"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?"

I was the wrong choice for him. I glanced at him and offered a small smile. Silly guy. "Are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk. My face fell into a frown, annoyance creeping up. "Are you arrogant?" I shot back, my voice sharp with irritation, my expression matching. The amused smile that had lingered earlier disappeared in an instant. He was getting ahead of himself, thinking he had me figured out. Arrogance was one of the things I hated most in people. And, of course, this rich, handsome guy seemed to think all the girls were falling over him. Well, newsflash—I'm not one of them. I’d rather die than let him know the slightest bit of attraction.