Spoiled Brat Synonym Novels & Stories

That was messed up. I refrained from commenting as such and pointing out that men weren't exactly the walk in the park themselves. My brother had been more 'entitled' than I had ever been. I just kept staring at him, trying my best to implore him to answer. He was staring back, equally unimpressed. "Tch, spoiled princess." He commented, and I watched as he leaned his head back against the shack. It eerily reminded me of the times Morax called me a brat, but one red eye slid halfway open.

He said in a judging and taunting tone which made her really angrier than she already was. "What's your damn problem?!" She exclaimed loudly as the anger came out at last. Thankfully they were in a place where there weren't any people. So they were away from people's earshot. "At first you called me brat and spoiled because I took all my father's given luxury as granted and now are calling me a brat when I am not taking his given luxury. Do you suffer from dual personality disorders?" She snapped at him and breathed hard when she was done. But he didn't show any expression on his face.

Margaret said "Huh?" I hadn't expected a statement like that. "You're not like the other proud rich brats she's tried to set her poor boy up with, and Maureen has standards, you know, to keep away the gold diggers." She said I felt a small jab in my chest. Gold diggers like me. How many brats exactly was she talking about? It didn't seem so impossible to believe that there were others before me, but why hadn't Aaron chosen any?

I stood there in front of them, wondering what I have said that sounded so funny, “You over entitled, spoilt brat!!!” He spat out in disgust, making think back to someone that said the same exact words to me. That guy, the guy that saved me, he had said something similar to me, he had this same look on his face as he called me an over entitled bastard, I wonder why he would think that, why do they all see me as an over entitled bastard, I don’t even know these people, I have never done anything to offend anyone, why do they all hate me?

If horror had a face, it would be that expression. “Sorry, daddy,” she cooed in what I think was meant to be a seductive voice. Instead, it came out sounding like a dying pigeon. I swear, every time she calls me that, a brain cell commits suicide. Look, I won’t lie Sabrina is beautiful. She’s got the kind of looks that get men stupid. But not me. I’ve seen what’s under the pretty wrapping. A self-centered, spoiled little brat with the emotional intelligence of a wet sponge.

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.

“I don’t know, bud. Any best friend of mine is going to have to listen to me bitch about Hayden’s more annoying traits, a lot, and his little brother just doesn’t quite seem like the right choice.” Brick’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?” he exploded. “Sister, I am the first place you come to bitch about Hayden. I’ve had to put up with that overbearing ass for thirty years now. I mean, come on. Who better would understand his pompous, highbrow—” “Cruelly sarcastic,” I put in. “Knows better than anyone,” Brick added. “Always has to have the last word.” He pointed at me for coming up with a good one, and then came up with his own. “Purposely says the one thing he knows will piss you off.

Clause hugged his small calves and hid in a corner, the big brother is so scary! "Step out here and lie down or don't blame me for being indifferent." "Brother!!" "Looks like I'm too spoiled, don't you? Now I can't even hear your words?" Tomson sighed, let him play the bad guy, why did he say it softly, why can't he listen? The little brother is such a spoiled brat that he can't be petted anymore. If you keep watching him cry and then forgive him later, it won't matter to him. This age is still a very severe punishment for fear.

— Can you stop behaving like a spoiled brat? — I'm not behaving like a spoiled child! Ever since we decided to come to this club, you're insufferable, you ignore me, and I'm the one who's spoiled? — You don't understand... This dress is too much for me, the guys are eating you with their eyes, I can't take it... — And? If you're going to be messing with what I wear, and feeling jealous for others, I think it's better... — It's better, what? Won't you tell me you want to break up?