Snobs Novels & Stories

Joseph’s eyes widened, silently cursing his own slip of the tongue. “I’m glad you’re staying in at night now,” Miss Britney continued, her frown deepening as she reached the bottom step. “But I haven't forgotten, Joseph. I remember the nights you walked past me smelling like alcohol and cigarettes. You were making me scared. And now I’m hearing about this ‘King’ business again?” She knew her son carried a beauty that altered rooms; soft at first, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, changing how people behaved.

one of the guys called. Aria couldn't see much since she was at the back and the other girls were taller than her. She waited for them to enter the booth and take seats opposite the men before joining them. She cringed as her bare thighs touched the cool leather of the seat beneath her and then she wiggled a little bit to warm it up. "Are you okay? Abi the dance is already doing you?" One of the guys asked and his friends broke into laughter, except one. "The seat is cold," she explained then turned to look at the man who wasn't laughing with his friend, instead he was staring at her.

"Saben's just. intense. He's been through a lot. Inherited the company when Benedict retired. Huge pressure. He doesn't let people in easily. Jenny leaned back with a sigh, remembering how Saben's dark eyes had lingered over every word she spoke as if he were tucking it away in some mental account. No smile. No warmth. Only that unsettling stillness behind his angular jaw and high-priced suit. "He's not just serious," she said at last. "He's—cold. Arrogant. More than likely allergic to being kind." Zina raised an eyebrow. "But did he listen? Jenny hesitated. "Yeah. He listened. Spookily well, actually."

Sneaky was happy to see him. Uncle Nose touched his nose, looking at Sneaky suspiciously, her proactive reaction gave him a sense of crisis. “Miss Sinclair, is anything the matter?” Uncle Nose's vigilance was optimized, he would rather not be deceived by his Mistress. Sneaky pouted, she knew what Uncle Nose was thinking, she replied in an aggrieved tone “Uncle Nose, you don't like me again” Uncle Nose face changed drastically “no, no, I love you, aham…!” he coughed awkwardly, that was inappropriate to say.

he confessed, a smug smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, putting my phone away. "This party's lame, you know that right?" I inputted. He lifted a shoulder. "Well, that's how rich people party. A glass of champagne and a boat load of snobby attitude," he rubbed a hand over his hair. I snorted, "champagne, me likey, snobs, not in this lifetime." He huffed in approval. We said nothing for some time, just sat in silence, not for long anyway.

“I just want to know if you are going to my brother’s party with me or not?” Sabrina was growing tired of constantly arguing with a man she had promised to marry, and she was coming close to telling him where he stood in this relationship. “I will try and spend a day or two, but not four. Your brother and his wife are snobs. Always flaunting their money in people’s faces like it was sweets on display. It’s disgusting.” “They do not flaunt anything,” Sabrina growled. “They are the least public people I’ve ever known, and if that’s how you feel about them, maybe you shouldn’t go at all.”

I was out of place in this world, a reminder that I didn’t belong here—at least not yet. Sabrina caught the tone immediately. Without missing a beat, she turned toward the woman, her expression cold, her voice sharp. “Is there something wrong, or did you forget your manners, *Madam*?” Her emphasis on the word was calculated, as if reminding the woman of her place in the hierarchy of the boutique. The assistant blinked, clearly flustered, but quickly tried to regain composure. She glanced at me again, her gaze flicking over my outfit in a way that seemed to strip me bare.

Snacks would be good right now but I don't mention this. "Do you want some snacks?" He reads my mind. "Sure." I say normally but feeling a little embarrassed and I don't even know why. He stands up and grabs chocolate popcorn out of his bag. Hudson has a good taste of snacks I admit. He turns around and holds out a little bottle of water and coke. "What do you like?" He asks me. "Water, thank you." I say and he walks towards the bed with all of it. I think the coke bottle is for himself. He lays on the bed and now a little closer to me.

“If it were the food, why bother sending fresh produce? It would be a waste of food and money. And good wine” “The family had taken to keeping to themselves of late, had anyone heard from them recently?” Magnus swiftly ended Sebastien’s commandeering of the conversation. There were murmurs amongst the assembled heads, but no one seemed to have heard from the Dumonceaus. My gaze drifted over to Sebastien, Gods, he was an arrogant, insufferable prick. Born to one of my ladies in waiting, he was almost literally born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Silver would have burned. I smirked, as I let my eyes roam his handsome face. Roman nose, chiselled jaw, cheek bones sharp enough to cut a bitch,