Spoiled Brat Synonym Novels & Stories

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

"You always got the bad clothes, the bad toys, the bad everything. The only reason he is with you is because you are a whore." I couldn't believe her audacity. How dare she try to make this all about what I didn't have? And even calling me a whore. "You're pathetic," I spat out, shaking my head in disgust. "I thought we could be sisters, Annabelle. But you've made it clear that you're nothing more than a spiteful, jealous brat." I saw the fire ignite in her eyes at my words, her fists clenching at her sides. "You think you're so much better than me," she seethed. "But you're not. You're just a spoiled, entitled brat who thinks the world revolves around her."

“It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her." “Brat, you say?" Crystals exploded. Her pulse was racing. She stood up hastily, stepping over towards Xander with her chin up. Removing the distance between them to just a few inches. "Oh, brat, huh.” Crystal smiled sarcastically. “Then you are a goddamn pedophile who stiffens just by seeing a brat in underwear. How was that? I am fantastic, right? You have never seen a brat as sexy as Crystal Leonidas!” Xander's laughter was in the air. “You are too delusional."

“I lived well. My parents are good to me. We had a nice home as you saw when you came over for dinner, I went to the best of the best private schools, and I never had to worry about anything at all.” “That sounds nice.” “It was.” “Were you spoiled?” He looked at me. “Rotten.” “Obviously, that’s why you’re such a brat now.” “If anyone is a brat between the two of us it’s definitely you.” “How so?” I snorted. “You have quite a sharp mouth.” he pulled on my nose playfully and I scowled. “Okay, Mr. Perfect but I’m not a brat, at least sometimes I’m not. At least you were spoiled rotten, that makes you a brat too.”

"This guy is just looking for trouble." "Do you even know what you're saying? Your language teacher will definitely faint looking at the nonsense you've written!" "And here I thought Sabrina was graceful and elegant. Who would've thought she was disgusting? How shameless could she be to flirt with her own sister's fiancé?" "How does she have the audacity to call herself an aristocrat? More like aristo-crap!" "Yes, Sabrina isn't better, but Harold is equally disgusting. He knew Sabrina was his fiancée's sister, yet he still flirted with her. They really have no morals…"

"From that very day, I already saw what kind of woman you are. You crave attention. And I have absolutely no time for the childish games of a spoiled brat like you." "Brat? Childish?" I giggled—a playful, mocking laugh as I slowly raised my hand to graze the side of his damp arm. "If I'm just a brat, why do you look so afraid of me right now? Why did your tongue flinch earlier if you were truly so disgusted? I’m not a child, Matthew. And I know you feel exactly what I feel whenever we're this close."

Large warm hands slide into my hair, thumbs brushing softly across my flushed cheeks. “Did our brat let somebody else touch her?” he asks gently. Somewhere inside, there is a staunch feminist screaming at me. I should hate how much I love that phrase. I lock her away when Ezra focuses all of his attention on my swollen clit. Finally. “Just,” Pant. “Hugged,” Pant. “Me.” Corrian hums thoughtfully. “That does sound like a lesson-worthy offense.” “You’re.. Insane.” I manage to pant the words out.

Vicky exclaimed in excitement, making Sarah and Mary chuckle at her. "Okay, in one word, our experience with them was horrible! They are such spoiled brat and they throw tantrums every passing second. Everytime we work with them, we end up with headaches. They think of themselves as some kind of highness and never let their feet touch the ground. They are filled with arrogance and too much self-pride. They are very rude too and not appreciative at all. No one likes them." Vicky said with a deep frown on her beautiful face.

This brat, really. I remember, when I was young, I have my own card for shopping. The woman who gave birth to me doesn't want to go shopping with me unless it's Beatriz she's going with. She never really brought me to some malls and bought me things either. Instead, they gave me my own card to use, and with that, I treated myself and brought everything that my eyes will lay into. Even if I can't use or use it, I buy it, and I guess, that's what makes me a spoiled brat in the eyes of many. And now...

Now, the only option for them is to be cruel and show her their true colours. "Oh, so you still got some nerves to show your disgusting face here, huh?" Henya cursed, her eyes red like a burning iron. Clara pouted with a smirk, "Don't be too dramatic, Flora! Do you think my brother would stick to you for long just because he's married to some rich spoiled brat?" Flora scoffed. ‘Spoilt brat? Wow! Isn't this the same family that has always praised me for being kind and humble despite my wealthy background?’ She thought to herself.