Snobs Novels & Stories

"Look down at the worthless rags you're wearing! A low-class country bumpkin like you dreams of touching her? You're not even worthy to kneel and shine my shoes!" People trying to curry favor with the Sinclair Group immediately chimed in. "Exactly. Miss Everly's future partner will undoubtedly be from the highest echelons of society. How could she possibly condescend to look at a hick?" "He reeks of poverty! Just having him stand there lowers the tone of this entire gala! Comparing him to Mr. Brian is an insult!" I admit I was dressed simply, but it was far from "shabby." Yet in the mouths of these snobs, I had somehow been demoted to garbage.

Because judging by the others, some of them have no problem understanding what the guy said. Thankfully, he seems to realise that Molly and she was struggling and switches to English..“Good evening, ladies. Lovely to meet you. I’m Tobias, a House Corbin assistant. Or perhaps, for our Americans . . . a bitch?” He snaps his fingers with a swirl of his head, a perfect approximation of classic Damon Wayans comedy. Monica blinks, surprised at his assessment. Clay and Monica have jokingly called ourselves Nora’s bitches, but not in front of other people. However, considering slang is a tricky part of language, she inclined to give Tobias the

They walked towards the entrance, the door was pulled open from inside. "Welcome gentlemen to Evelyn's," A huge man dressed in a black suit and glasses said as they walked in. They nodded with a smile as they walked in. Glitters and gold shone around, everyone in there seemed to be fancy as they walked around with their nose up, a proud look on their face. "Alex," Martins whispered. "Is it just me or do you suddenly feel fancy?" "It's not just you Martins," Alex whispered back. A young lady approached them, blonde hair, blue eyes, thin model like figure, she reminded Alex of Barbie, a perfect match for Jeff he thought. "Welcome to Evelyn's," She said. "Can I help you find anything?"

**** "So you just play-" "Sniff and Dip" Susan said with a smile as she sat amidst a group of caucasians in a circle. "Sniff and what now?" I asked as she tried ropping me in the middle. "It's basically just the opposite of never have i ever. But instead of you drinking when you hav-" "Oh, i get it. But where's the booze?" I asked. "We don't hade booze. We have drugs" She whispered and i gasped. "Oh, the name" I said with a smile.

Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals. “Is there no one here?” Ichabod asked quietly, peering into the darkness to see Adam;s wrinkled face but somehow, the whole place was brightened up for him to see they were in what looked like a very old pharmacy with shelves and chemicals, yet there was no one in sight. So who had put on the light? Adams walked to the sales counter which had a small bell on it, Adams tipped against it but no sound could be heard. He did it again but yet no sound. With a grown, he shouted. “Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!”

I breathe in her scent. “Have you eaten? Those monsters didn’t feed you right?” She pulls back, turns me around to check my body. “I’m fine Nonna.” I laugh. “How are you? How did you sleep?” “Good enough for a hospital. Drop that phone, young man.” She scolds Nick. “You spend too much time on your screen and it has affected your eye. That’s why you couldn’t see the bullet coming your way.” “Nonna! That’s not fair.” Nick pouts. “Besides, you know I don’t like looking at the TV. If I was back in the estate, at least I will busy in the garden or working in the stables.”

she said excitedly. Even though she was only in her early twenties, Violet had a curvy, mature figure. She often felt self-conscious about her body, especially since some guys used it as an excuse to harass her. I always reminded her it wasn’t her fault—those boys were the problem, not her. Suddenly, I heard Caleb whistle. I looked over and saw him and a few of the others laughing and looking toward Renzo, who just stared out at the sea, not reacting at all. Violet snapped at them. “Stop it! That’s not funny!”

He scowled. "Why? He asked. It will be interesting to watch people wonder why I know so many people whose names are numbers," I replied. "Two is barely many people," he scoffed. "See, that's why my Dad is One, Noah is Two, Violet Is Three, Summer is Four, Wes is Seven. Cash is Eight, and Eli is Nine," I explained. For the second time, his face palmed himself in my honor. "Just get in the car, blossom, " he sighed as he opened the door for me, making me laugh. "You just won't admit that my thinking is awesome," I said as we made our way to school. He rolled his eyes."There are many things in the world that are awesome. Your thinking is not one of them. If anything, it's lame." I gasped. Take

The kitchen was dark except for the little glow from under-cabinet lighting, and I was pouring myself a glass when I heard footsteps behind me. "You couldn't sleep either?" Adrian asked, and I turned to find him standing in the doorway wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that showed off the defined V of his hips. "Something like that," I said, taking a drink and trying not to stare. Adrian moved into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin when I poured for him. "Your event planner is very attractive," Adrian said suddenly. I nearly choked on my wine. "What?"

she says slyly and walks back to her seat. She has style. He picks up the wine and drinks it in two big gulps. Nova looks smug. Luckily Max doesn’t notice any of this. He’s too busy running his hands through his hair and his eyes darting around the room while he tries to figure out what to say.