Mr Arrogent Novels & Stories

Step by step, heart hammering, mind screaming, hoping, praying for something, anything, to remind me that I’m still more than pain. “Alaric, chill down,” a calm, commanding voice cut through the chaos, and I blinked hard, my brain struggling to process the scene in front of me. A man had appeared, tall, lean, impossibly composed even with the utter insanity happening around him. And I just… stared. Because, really… did no one in this pack own clothes? Not a single shirt, not a hint of modesty, and here I was, squinting at what could easily qualify as the Mount Olympus of male bodies. My cheeks burned hotter than the fire I had left smoldering outside my tent. And why, for the love of all san

I could disturb Nanay Emily, Tatay Berto and the other maids if I do it, so I just balled my fists hard and pulled my hair out of frustration. ............................................... I was about to knock on his door when it suddenly opened and the face of my handsome but arrogant husband appeared in from of me. I gulped as I couldn't help gazing at his well-toned chest. He was now wearing a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his broad shoulders and muscled stomach. And a gray cotton pants that hug his hips and---ohhh. "You're drooling, sweetheart." "Huh! What?" My eyes widened when I looked at him and found him having a mischievous smile on his lips.

I had never believed in the moon goddess, but I think now, I do. “You bastard!” Yelled in rage by the member, “You promised to stay out of our sight once you get the goods!” Creed shrugged, “Ah, I forgot to mention, I never take my words seriously.” The male instantly lunged forward, and I didn’t know if it was his way of showing he was not scared but he did not match Creed’s strength as one attack and he was on the ground. “That was easy.” He commented, “Ravena, go and get their goods.”

“Say hello to my shitty friends” Six masked men stood at the door, their menacing presence causing the room to fall silent. Brixlee's heart raced as her eyes widened in shock. Beside her, Nathan's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in. Among the masked men, a figure stood out — Ronnie Anne, a friend who had suddenly turned to a foe. The air grew thick with tension as she locked eyes with Brixlee, her gaze cold and unyielding.

My train of thoughts was interrupted as a black car, no doubt worth’s more than my six-month salary, parked in front of the entrance, a man no doubt a CEO, judging from the tailored suit, highlighted the vehicle. His stance screamed power, the suit doing nothing to hide his defined stature. His car drove away as he took defined steps to the entrance where I was failing to hide my stare. My heart raced as he approached, looking straight ahead. With his sharp jaw, plump lips and electric blue eyes, he was undeniably handsome and with the waves of arrogance washing off him, he seemed to know it. A scowl appeared on his devilishly handsome face as he approached the party. I prepared to greet him

Amarog bellowed angrily, jumping up from his seat with anger. "What do you not understand by those words Amarog?" I asked slowly and icily as if I were talking to a two years old. "Do you think I am a fucking fool? You know you are only way out of this mess. You want to go out there, take Maugrim's daughter with you and meet Maugrim, so you all can then form an alliance against me" Amarog said peevishly. I sat back down on my seat, not deeming it worthy to give him an answer to such a stupid statement.

"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?"

Justin said to her. “And you’re a rotten fruit,” Jasmine clapped back. Austin touched his brother’s shoulder. “There’s no point in talking to such a low class woman. It will only stain our reputation. We’ll take care of her later. Let’s go.” Justin nodded in agreement and they both entered their car, leaving a fuming Jasmine standing outside. Marcelo, who had been watching the whole scene, shook his head. The two men were just as arrogant as Sebastian. The fault was clearly their driver’s but the two men were too arrogant to accept it.

“Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. I merely see you as my stepping stone. If it weren't for your strength, I would've ignored you.” Argent was unhappy with the man’s attitude—he was too arrogant. Even though they were going to cooperate, he refused to reveal his name. Even though Argent was annoyed with this insincere guy, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to his arrogance. “Forget it. I’ll just make use of him to get rid of Philip.” Argent returned to his room in annoyance and started to treat his right hand. He once obtained a secret technique that could quickly restore him to normal. Argent scowled at the sight of his empty right sleeve.

I come out from hiding and the skin walkers body was no longer a body but a sack of bones and blood, it was disgusting. I walk outside the cave to see a larger Wolf, Black fur covered him as he walked around the cave to retrieve clothes that were hiding in a log, Argo, the Rogue King. He looked like a human but was not normal. He had red eyes and was 7foot tall with short grey hair. He was not built with muscle but that did not mean he was not capable of tearing me to bits if he wanted to.