Snobs Novels & Stories

“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.”

well… That might ruin her chances of giving a successful presentation if she was chosen as a finalist. “Damn,” one of the men said. “Look at the size of her titties.” “I’d squeeze em so hard they’d pop,” another one laughed. “I’d shove my hard cock right between them and fuck her tits.” “What about that one?” “Nah, too skinny. Not enough meat, you know what I mean?” They all chuckled. “Hey, check out the broad in the blue sequin dress. She looks like a stuck up snob. And you know what they say about snobs?” He thrust his hips in the air. “Snobs have nice, tight pussies.”

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.

I despised her. There was something about people who had money and privilege that made them such stuck-up snobs who looked down on others. Always I was not too fond of it. Especially at the club where you had to smile at women who were rude to you so you could keep your job. Or the women who depended on the man they were with to provide everything they wanted? It was disgusting. I hated it to my marrows. Senna was visibly angry. I had caught him staring at me since Cenzia left. He pushed his seat back and began to walk out of the restaurant.

I rolled my eyes at his impassiveness. Where do all these men get their daily dose of snooty antics? It’s like they’re all so high up on their thrones. No one can reach them. They’re just choosing to look down on everyone below them. “Hmp.” I narrowed my eyes while he continued to disregard my existence. “Didn’t know I was paying to keep getting snubbed.” He tutted me. The guy tutted and I snickered at his ridiculous response. “No fancy words this time, doc?”

Just to prove a point, he had poured hot cheese on some guy just to prove that the whole event was infact filled with snobs. She remembered how the guy had called Marcus dumb telling him that in no way did could he afford to pay for his five hundred dollar suit. The rest of the night went on with her listening to Marcus' stories of how he had encountered a bunch of snobs in the station. The night had surely brought life to her forlorn heart and from Marcus she had learnt that her life wasn't as bad as she claimed.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

Adrian scowled at the name calling and I felt smug with satisfaction that I was making him feel just as angry as he made me. "I think you're a proud, snotty smarty-pants who thinks he's better that everyone else because he has a little money. You wear all these fancy suits, drive fancy cars, and eat fancy food and all of a sudden, you're the King of the city. You step all over people like their your footmats and you do not care if what you do it say hurts others." I ranted. "I knew you were a snob the moment I lay my eyes on you and you have not failed to prove me right over and over again. You walk around like there's a stick shoved up your pretty asshole and it's so infuriating."

Luca cursed under his breath. “That’s not Volkov’s symbol.” Killian’s expression turned to stone. “I know whose it is.” I looked at him. “Who?” His voice was barely a whisper. “My family.” I frowned. “I thought your family was dead.” “So did I.” The lead SUV came to a stop less than fifty meters away. The rear door opened. A polished black shoe touched the snow. Then another. An elderly man stepped out wearing an immaculate charcoal overcoat, silver hair swept neatly back, a cane in one hand.