Snobs Novels & Stories

’ 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.”

And that his dad didn’t, either. An awkward silence fell over the room. Something was very odd. His dad didn’t seem that happy to see them. Either that, or he was just very socially awkward. Samantha looked around, surveying what she could see of the place. There was clutter everywhere, and it was completely unkempt. Empty soda cans littered the floor, alongside stacks of newspapers and magazines. There was a small desk in the far corner, and she could see his laptop was open. Samantha sensed something, and she used her vampire vision to zoom in, across the room, onto the details of the screen. She could see that he was logged on to Facebook. And under a different account name.

I walk toward the baskets perched beside the aisle placing a few items inside to help hide my intentions. She retrieves the item and beams at the box containing a coffee pot before another random male walks up behind her staring at her with malice. “Lena!” He called out to her. I didn’t like the way the man was looking at her and apparently neither did she. Selena turned her back to the man ignoring his presence. I smile to myself as the man looks at her as if her ignoring him somehow offended him. “So, your just gonna act like you don’t see me?” he says seeming annoyed by her lack of response.

A loud glass breaking noise snapped me out of my thoughts. "You wanted your beer? Take it," The brunette said. I was shocked looking at the owner. Blood was coming out from the very recent cut made in his forehead. The girl just smacked his face with the bottle. "No one ever dares to charge the alpha princess. Next time you do this and you will be sold as ham in the local food markets in human territory," the dark guy warned the flabby stomach again. The girl walked past me slowly with a careless attitude and the guy followed. She was one of the participants of the conclave. I guessed by her Alpha princess title. Such arrogance can only be worn by the rarest of the wolves.

She spat in hushed tone. Shehryar cocked his head to the side, expressions innocent and utterly harmless. "Game?" He looked offended. "That's not how you talk with gareeb, maskeen and bechara." He told her with a tsk, stifling his amusement. Sherhzaad scoffed. But before she could answer, Khubaib Sahab entered. Sherhzaad greeted him, ignoring the heavy, scrutinizing gaze before moving forward and fetching Khubaib Sahab a glass of water.

Dash politely explained, "My girlfriend drank a little too much." The security guard bowed his head and smiled politely, "Yes, sir," acknowledging what the guest had just said. This security guard had not been in the business for long, but he knew the ins and outs of the hotel. He glanced at Daisy and secretly despised her. "She looks beautiful and innocent, but her character is rotten." He thought, "You can't judge a person by their appearance."

He knew how these yokels think. Sure, Paul and his light skirt had their high and mighty friends that snubbed their noses at everyone they found beneath them, which was half the population. He figured Kyle's money would take care of that. The boy had more money than Croesus, and he was sure not one of these snot-nosed kids around here could hold a candle to his boy.

Anna laughs. “You know that there are plenty of people that could call you a snob right?” Anna tells him. Henry raises an eyebrow. “And there was no one calling you a snob?” He asks her with a cheeky grin. Anna rolls her eyes. “Everyone thought I was a snob until they realized that I had no money and then they thought that I was a wannabe who needed to be put in her place,” Anna says. “I guess you were the pariah then,” Henry says. Anna shrugs.