Snobs Novels & Stories

I scoffed at her statement and followed her in. “Thank you, Tristan” “Tristan?” “He has been working here since I was little “ “Oh, that sounds unfortunate “ “Unfortunate?” “Yes, working with mostly snobs” “Snobs?. Does that make me one too?” “It depends. Are you?” “What does Leo see in you?” “What?” “Is Leo a snob too?” “Duh” “A handsome one at that “ “I guess your humor takes you far huh” “It was nice meeting you Allicent”

Even prehistoric humans did better than this, and they didn't have all these advantages. As they moved through the forest, Will kept pondering on why the Goblins hunted this way, he also considered different ways to approach the hunt. He didn't have any previous hunting experience, everything Will knew he had learned from movies or school. The Goblins had obvious advantages that humans didn't have, the first was their size. They could move stealthily through the forest without making a sound, yet these Goblins stomped around not caring about the noise. Despite their size, they were also strong, they could grow bulging muscles. Chief was a good example of this, his muscles were very dispropor

Natatamaan ng laser lights mula sa dance floor ang mukha nito at na-hook siya kaagad kahit wala pa itong ginagawa. Nagkasalubong ang kanilang titig at pumungay kaagad ang kanyang mata pero iniwas lang nito ang tingin at dumiretso sa mesa ng mga kaibigan. What the? Snob ang beauty niya at parang ayaw niyang tanggapin iyon. "Sino sila Kat?"

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

I slurred, confused and tipsy. "You know what?" He asked and I shrugged, bringing the glass to my lips. He was about to tell me anyway. "You're one of those silly ass people who have had everything handed down to them their entire lives and now they think the world revolves around them and everyone should bow. Well guess what? Fuck you and your snobbish attitude." I chuckled in amusement and staggered to my feet. "I might be a snob, but ill rather wear an unrecognized piece than wear an expensive knock off just. Also try harder." If he really wanted to get underneath my skin he needed to try harder.

It was almost midnight and the idiot was still in his fancy suit. Hiding all of her annoyance away, Sabrina walked towards his direction, as the clicking of her heels echoed around the place making him notice her instantly “Ms. Clarke,” Said a not so happy James Gibbons. “It's about time.” He added rudely, not even saying hi, standing up from the steps. She mentally rolled her eyes at that. Even though she's rich herself, this is the exact reason why she disliked rich people They call themselves successful and act like they own the world because they have this paper with value we call “Money”.

My father's contract is void," Kane interrupted. His deep, gravelly voice cut through Caleb's frantic words like a heavy steel blade, entirely devoid of hesitation. Kane didn't even bother to extend his hand; he didn't give Caleb the dignity of a sportsmanlike finish. Instead, he took one slow, deliberate step closer, using his massive frame to tower over the Harrison captain, his broad shoulders casting a literal shadow over his rival. A cold, savage smirk played at the corner of Kane's lips, his silver visor catching the overhead light.

## Isabella The ballroom was packed with New York's elite—politicians, businessmen, socialites, and scattered among them, the five families. Isabella recognized some faces from news articles, others from Marco's briefings. The Carbones. The Irish mob's leadership. And there, across the room, talking to a cluster of admirers, was Don Vittorio Salvatore. He was in his fifties, handsome in a cruel way, with silver at his temples and sharp dark eyes that tracked Isabella's entrance like a predator spotting prey.

They possessed a cold yet captivating allure. I couldn't tear my gaze away as he took another long drag from the blunt. Normally, I would have disapproved of any form of smoking, deeming it repulsive. But this was different. How could someone transform something perceived as negative into something so graceful? His eyes closed momentarily as he savored the smoke, exhaling it into the chilly air. Then, his gaze found mine again, and a single, perfectly arched eyebrow rose in amusement. Embarrassment flooded over me, and my cheeks flushed with warmth. I quickly averted my eyes, realizing I had been staring for far too long.