Snobs Novels & Stories

Karen's words repeated like a sickening cadence in the recesses of my mind. "Thank you," I whispered, the words cracking with pent-up emotion. Nox took a step back, his stare never wavering. Slowly, the tips of his lips curled upward. It wasn't the sexy, menacing grin I'd learned to adore. This was different or maybe it was his eyes. The pale blue was glacier ice, absent of the navy swirls, absent of emotion. Calculation and determination shone in his gaze, sizing me up, scanning for weaknesses, and searching for secrets. I'd seen that stare before. I'd lived with it.

Sophia Kellen. Robel lets out a horrible laugh.

Ava was about to grab the door knob but it was opened for her. She went in and was dumbfounded seeing the actual interior and ambiance of the place. It was blindingly fancy. From the sparkly chandeliers, furniture and enticing aroma of foods. Busy waiters and waitresses, shuffling through customers and their orders. The type of place where well off people drop by for one pricey cup of coffee just because they can. She immediately felt the status gap sink in.

Before I know it, I’ve eased in closer, moving slowly as I browse the Zinfandel selection, one eye on the pink wine and one on them. His feet shuffle. Someone is antsy. I pick up a bottle of something and pretend to study it. “Mrs. Wilson…how are you? I—I—” he says softly. She crosses her arms, seeming to gain back her composure. “Noah Stark. What are you doing here?” Her voice drips with a deep, thick Southern accent, someone who’s lived in Mississippi her entire life. “Ah, I attend Ohio. Just restocking before class—” “Of course, with alcohol I see.” Her eyes dart to his cart. “Are you even twenty-one?” She purses her lips and continues. “Why wouldn’t you be? You get to grow older. You hav

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.

Snow always looks romantic until you are standing in it with a suitcase, a rapidly numbing nose, and the growing suspicion that the universe is laughing at you. It started gently, almost politely. Small flakes drifting down like they were testing the atmosphere before committing. Pretty. Harmless. The kind of snow you admired from indoors while holding something warm. This was not that.

How can they leave us down here to suffocate? I scrolled through the endless wave of frantic messages with a cold, unyielding amusement. These were the exact same elite snobs who had looked down on me when I bought this property, mocking the "miserable, isolated cliffs." Now, their high-society pride was thoroughly turning to ash. An hour later, the thermal security cameras monitoring the lower estate captured a truly pathetic sight.

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.