Arrogante Novels & Stories

"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".

“So, how did it go? Is he going to do it?” He pushed her arms aggressively before he turned to look at her. His gaze was filled with rage, bitterness, and regret? Aria couldn’t put her finger on the last emotion. “I feel so fucking humiliated! That punk gives off more aggression than anyone I know and he’s an arrogant son of a bitch! He’s as cold as they say and it's clear that he doesn’t do business with just anyone. It’s no secret that our business is being run into the ground by Brigette!”

Hе hаd that lеvеl оf annoying arrogance аbоut him. “Is hе a сосkу arrogant рrісk tоо?” Cоrіnnе аѕkеd. “He uѕеd tо bе, hе’ѕ toned іt dоwn a lot but hе ѕhаggеd his way аrоund аnd talked nоn-ѕtор about hіѕ conquests. It rеаllу was ԛuіtе dіѕguѕtіng at tіmеѕ, nо one wants tо hеаr аbоut thеіr brоthеr’ѕ bеdrооm асtіvіtіеѕ.”

His tone was arrogant and dismissive. His words offended the people in front of him. One man, visibly upset, said, "I helped your child who was severely injured. But you insult us instead. What kind of person are you? So arrogant!" Ace brushed away the man's finger and said, "Remove your hand from my presence!" His voice was sharp and threatening. The man handed some cash to them, trying to resolve the situation. "Shut your mouth! I have paid for your services earlier!" Ace retorted, walking away with a final remark, "And remember, that child is not my child!"

“I know you are my boss but you can't speak to me when you are angry, please go back to your office and come down. When you do come back and we will talk calmly.” “Am so sorry for my behavior,” Gael apologized. “Am not trying to justify my actions but he makes me furious and pushes me at the edge some times,” he said. “ It's okay, I quite understand what you are going through at the moment but don't worry we are used to him behaving in an arrogant manner,” Tasha said.

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 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.

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.

"Domenico... please don't... I'm begging you, don't do this..." Alice nestled in his arms and covered her mouth in fake concern. "Domenico, isn't this too cruel to her? After all, those are her private photos..." "Privacy?" Domenico laughed coldly, his eyes full of mockery. "A whore who betrays the family has no right to privacy." My face was pressed against the ground. I could clearly hear the breathing and comments of the men surrounding me. Those voices slithered into my ears like venomous snakes, gnawing away at what little dignity I had left. I felt like merchandise being appraised and judged.

Vincenzo’s smile unfurled at her words, slow and almost lazy, spreading from his lips to his eyes with a razor-sharp confidence. There was something insolent in that gesture, something that provoked and commanded all at once. It was the kind of smile that set Vittoria’s blood ablaze—not just with anger. Because, as much as she loathed to admit it, that damned smile pulled her in. It infuriated her with its arrogance, its certainty, the way it read her and prodded her, knowing exactly how to strike without even lifting a finger.