Snobs Novels & Stories

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.

And looking at her like that? In the back rows, whispers spread quickly. “Who is she?” “Is she a noble?” “Impossible… I’ve never seen her before.” “Is this really the girl they talked about?” But— Silence fell immediately when Gabriel looked at them. Everyone froze in place. Then he said in a calm voice, but with pressure that made the air heavy: “Anyone who looks at her in a way that bothers her…” He paused for a second. Then smiled a cold smile that terrified everyone.

Blank. "Fletcherrrrrr". There was a loud scream. And silence..... ******** Tabby

49 I sucked his schlong real good Annabel was already prepared, she was wearing a very short blue crazy jean skirt and a one hand fancy black top that shows her flat tommy. With her simple but luxurious fancy sandals that has diamonds on it. She had long ago left home, and was now heading to the address that was sent to her. She got to the place and walked in. Whoever she walked pass must turn and admire her beauty because of how beautiful she was. Most Expecially, her figure and curve was perfect for her kind of beauty. She was just admired by many.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

“Mr. Grant. We were just coming to meet you. I hope we’re not late.” Oh, heck. That's Mr. Grant! And I’d just blurted something out about rich guys being snobs. Cringe moment. I squeezed my eyes shut and took subtle deep breaths, feeling overcome with nausea. Even his voice sounds perfect. This guy threw cash around like it was pocket change, but it was always for the benefit of others. He was not what I would call a snob at all.

Hadn't been paying that kind of attention. I was paying it now. He was probably around my age, mid-thirties, with the kind of face that suggested he spent more time thinking about ideas than maintaining a careful professional appearance. His hair was slightly too long. His clothes fit in a way that suggested he'd gotten dressed without considering whether they coordinated. There was something about him that suggested he operated on a completely different frequency than the rest of the world. "Adrian," he said, extending his hand. "I've heard you're excellent at strategy."