Spoiled Brat Synonym Novels & Stories

Synonyms: Presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative, most influential, most powerful, superior. So, is that what he is? He is a leader, and ruler anyway because of his business. I know little about the world he is in, but I feel compelled to find out more. Sitting, I tap my fingers on the table trying to think of something else I can search that I saw in his contract, the word brat popping into my mind. Typing it into G****e there are standard terms for the word brat, but not the meaning in BDSM. My fingers type again, including BDSM at the beginning, once again the first result telling me about it. Brat: A type of BDSM label, in which a sub (in

They speak fluently in intimacies I've never learned. Bratha’s smile sharpens, flashing blunt, large white teeth that catch the candlelight, predatory and cold. "Such a spoiled child," she says with mock maternal fondness. "Hildenberg always does get what she wants." "Gets what?" The question is out before I can stop it. My body leans toward Bratha’s, as if pulled by some invisible thread, something tight and twisting beneath my ribs.

"Any time I decide you've overstayed your welcome, you'll be out that front gate before your luggage catches up." His eyes narrowed. "See, that's exactly your problem." I raised an eyebrow. "You think everything belongs to you." "And you think showing up with a guilty conscience makes you a better person." His jaw clenched. "You don't scare me." "Good." I smiled. "Because I wasn't trying to." For a second neither of us moved. Then Adrian laughed. A short, humourless laugh. "You're a spoiled brat." I nodded. "Anything else?" "You walk around acting like you own people."

I can feel Papa Austin's love for Mommy from across the table. "I've spoiled you too much, making you a rampant girl." Sophie made an angry gesture. However, the girl lifted her head and retorted, "Mommy, rampant is a negative term. I think positive terms suit me better, like 'beautiful' and 'graceful'." When blinking her big, shiny black eyes like a doll, her powerful charm was something not many could resist. Sophie chuckled. She had no idea from whom Cherry had inherited her sharp tongue. While other children her age were still uttering their first "Mommy" and "Daddy", she could already form simple sentences. And the older she got, the more her linguistic talent surprised her.

“Thanks to your spoiled attitude, you caused your mother to die and yet you haven't changed. You're still causing trouble and now Shawn has to clean up your mess.” “Funny,” Jade chortled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You think that'd get to me? Well, all I see is an envious whiny little kitten who has watched me get everything she's ever wanted without lifting a finger. I bet you're still traumatized from all the disappointed gazes from Daddy and Mommy as they ask you whether I have two heads. I may be a spoiled little brat who causes trouble wherever I go but at least I am not a goody-two-shoes who spends her life pining for her father's love but gets nothing all because ‘a girl child

Even the angry bird! "Let's go inside, hubby," I said, feeling like adding a little more salt to the injury. Sophia gave me a light smile as she walked back into the house and the two siblings were left fuming at the door. Back in the room, Ace looked at me with an impressed expression. "I might stop calling you gattina now. Maybe I'll call you little fox or maybe even nightmare," he mocked. "The brat deserved it. Her brother spoils her too much and don't you think you let her get too close to you?" I said, rolling my eyes. Ace laughed then motioned for me to come closer. "What?"

“I was learning to swing a sword when you were in nappies with a nanny to tend to your every whim. I was risking my life fighting for our king while you sat idle in an abbey. I have eaten bugs and mouldy food just to survive while you have had the privilege of being able to choose to omit things you don’t like from your plate. And you would call me a spoiled boy?” “You are sulking and silent, just like the young lads when they do not get their way. They are darlings most of the time but on occasions when things aren’t to their liking it becomes obvious that they are spoiled. They are so used to having what they want in all things that they can not behave agreeably when they don’t get their w

Did he just call me a spoiled brat? "I didn't call you a spoiled brat but you're behaving like one. So if you don't stand up now and go freshen up, I'll call Catherine and she'll come here and get your lazy ass off the bed. Are you standing up or not?” He says with all seriousness, every trace of amusement gone.

"Oh I'm the one making irrational decision? What about your rudeness? You could have explained to me what you wanted in a nice and calm way too. But no, you love being a rude spoiled brat," "Did you just called me a spoiled brat?" "Do I need to repeat myself again?" "If I don't do things your way or think opposite of what you think that doesn't mean I'm a rude spoiled brat." "Well that's exactly what that means." Before Amy could reply back, I shouted at both of them.

I awkwardly smiled. “Where can I find a girlfriend who’ll spoil me?” My brother laughed, “Aren’t the one who should spoil your girl? Tsk tsk…” I said, “Your girlfriend, I pity her.” “Change your attitude, you ugly!” He teased me again, “Haysss, grow up.” I rolled my eyes, “Be mature, brother!” “Good thing you found someone like Beauden,” my mom interrupted. “Knowing your attitude, it’s a good thing you find someone who will spoil you.”