Snobs Novels & Stories

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.” I nodded and wondered if he was just being polite. It wasn’t long before a very tall and muscular middle-aged man entered the room. I could instantly sense he had a superior presence and was likely someone high up in the pack. He sat down across from me at a table and made himself comfortable, making me believe this was not too uncommon an occurrence. “Hello, I’m the beta of the pack. And you are?” He looked at me, squinting his eyes. “Talia,” I replied, studying him. He had a friendly face, with kind eyes, a scruffy beard, and a pleasant scent. But the way he spoke, he was all business.

Like mild chaos was just another item on his mental checklist. Lucas, meanwhile, bounced enthusiastically on his toes, eyes bright as he watched the snow swirl around us. He looked like he had personally ordered it. “Snow means hot chocolate,” he announced with absolute certainty. Julien glanced down at him. “Eventually,” he said, tone indulgent. Lucas accepted this with a nod, clearly satisfied that his priorities had been acknowledged. I pulled my phone from my pocket, fingers already cold, and checked the screen. The signal flickered uncertainly. Notifications lagged, loading with painful slowness. I refreshed my hotel booking once. Then again. And again.

Even if they lowered their voice, the people around them still heard some of their conversation. The girls who noticed them when they entered the hall realized that it was the first time Ruth planned a date. “They’re so sweet and intimate!” Meanwhile, the couple who picked on Ruth and Abel sat in their seats with dark expressions. The woman said sarcastically, “What a poser. The woman is young, but she’s wearing branded clothing. She’s probably someone’s sugar baby.” The man agreed. “You’re right. There are many snobby women nowadays.” The people next to them glanced at them and walked out quietly.

She offered Hudson a shy, somewhat awkward smile, her eyes darting to the floor as if unsure where to look. Hudson's gaze swept the room, and his eyes fell upon Snack, the tiny gerbil who was now perched on the edge of the table, his little feet twitching with curiosity. Hudson's face twisted into an expression of disbelief, mingled with a hint of amusement. "What the fuck is this?" Hudson's voice cut through the room, carrying a blend of incredulity and faint humor. He stared at Snack, clearly not expecting to find a eyepop in the middle of whatever business he had walked into.

Her expression a soft smile that does not reach her eyes. The Ashbournes did not control corporations. They controlled connections. Underground networks. Information. Debts. There were no public balance sheets for her empire. Only consequences. Behind her stands her butler. Brown-haired. Slim. Unremarkable. I try to memorize her face but when I look away, I couldn’t recall it. My pulse ticks up. We are not gathered randomly. Selection implies limination. Crystal glasses chime as sparkling water is poured. The sound echoes too loudly in the vaulted hall. Somewhere across the room, another table laughs too hard. Someone else wasn’t laughing at all.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

John furrowed his eyebrows, "No I'm not." "Yes, yes you are. Just count how much money one stack has and count how many stacks there are. And then after that, you multiply that by how much money a stack has, you dip. What you're doing now is going to take forever!" John's lips parted. "Whatever man, just hand me the fucking calculator." *** Sweaty bodies everywhere. People grinding on each other, some were making out, some were just sitting at the bar, drinking their asses off. People stopped to stare at the group of powerful men, wearing expensive suits, looking handsome as ever. Especially the one in front. Lorenzo Romano. As soon as he came into view women were drooling, men were glaring.

(General Hobris Von Likusy) The snobby and ignorant, Marquis son, has crumble before the true face of war. Hobris Von Likusy fell to his knee, his face were devoid of colour, in front of all of his men. The very men that he had always boast of before, kicking them down and humiliate them as they were inferior to him. Every single soldiers that see’s him in this current looks were immediately lamented their fates, some doesn’t even hold their disgust and anger and openly shouted and hurled insult towards him.

“Sun glare on a lens. Not professional. Too eager.” Anton followed the subtle direction. A tiny, unnatural wink of light in the dense cluster of pines. His stomach tightened. “Sniper?” “Observer. For now.” Sabatine’s jaw flexed. “The real threat will be inside. The offer of the prototype is the cheese. We’re the mice.” “I am not a mouse,” Anton replied, the old arrogance flaring automatically. A ghost of a smile touched Sabatine’s lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No. You’re the billionaire the cat wants to play with. Which is worse.”

They were dashing and very popular among women. It was just that while Hansen gave off a feeling of cheerfulness and brightness, Norton gave off a distant and gloomy feeling that others might feel hard to warm up to. The naive Sabrina was attracted to Norton's cold gaze. She had always been trying to guess what he was thinking. Thus, she had been observing him ever since she was young. If Sabrina hadn't liked following Norton since young, she wouldn't have been able to figure out the sense of inferiority and loneliness deep in Norton's heart either.