Romans & histoires The Age Of Arrogance Chapter 1

he vowed, his voice laced with determination, "no one will ever reach my ankle." I couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at his words. His arrogance had reached new heights, making it all the more clear that he was not the one my heart yearned for. Deep down, I knew I desired more than just grandiose declarations of love. Suddenly, Stone-heart take another step forward, arrogance radiating from his every word. "You may think you're special, but mark my words," he declared. "One day, I will ascend to the highest rank among the warriors. And at that moment, I won't even remember your name."

I didn't know if it was real or a figment of my mind, but the sound of the hands was driving me crazy. - You are arrogant, arrogant and presumptuous. He always leaves his guard open and makes up for it with agility in protecting her at the last minute. - He punches my stomach and with the palm of his hand lifts my chin hard.. - Thinks she's good enough or above others. arrogance It was getting tedious and irritating. Fights are choreographies, and these I had already learned and performed several times. But the melody, which was the soundtrack, was new and it was making me feel strange, small.

"...that in these 30 years of being your husband, I can feel how you melt with my touch. And take note, I've always caught you drooling over this body." "Oh, goodness!" I couldn't help rolling my eyes. I already imagined him saying those things...again! Well, he always does and let me tell you, that's his favorite dialogue. I bit my lip to stifle my laugh. If there's one thing that hasn't changed in him, it's his being so arrogant that he turned out to be a narcissist over time. "Come on, Sophia Kelley, don't deny it. I know how you always wanted to touch me and if I didn't know, you just always restrained yourself because you're afraid that the kids might be caught you."

“I expect honesty. Pretending doesn’t interest me. We’re not children playing house.” She leans back in her chair, eyes sparking. “Then here’s honesty. You’re a bastard who takes pleasure in other people’s misery.” I smile faintly. “I can’t deny that I’m currently taking pleasure in your misery. Which is completely self-inflicted by the way.” Her fork clatters against porcelain. “At least you admit it.” “I’m an honest man. One who keeps my word.” “That’s not honesty. That’s arrogance dressed up as a virtue.” “Truth and arrogance look the same when I happen to be right and you hate that I am.”

She muttered something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like an arrogant jerk and flipped the book open again, deliberately turning the page with enough force to make it snap. I couldn’t stop the faint curl of a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. If she wanted a war, she was going to lose.

Scarlett's Point of View "The mango," he said, his voice dripping with impatience. I raised an eyebrow, feeling ignorant. "Huh?" His sneer deepened and remarked with arrogance, "Give me the mango. Are you deaf or what?" I couldn't help but be amused by his audacity. I held the mango tightly, refusing to surrender it to him. In a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, devouring the fruit.

************* Chapter 3 ~Ari's POV~ The stage lights burned down on me, the leering eyes of the men beneath them making my skin crawl. I could feel their stares, the hunger and thirst for the fresh meat. The music blasted through the speakers, but my limbs refused to move. Who in their right mind would? Every nerve in my body screamed for me to run, but where would I go? I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. Dance, they had said. But I wasn’t a dancer. My feet stayed rooted in place, and my mind frantically raced for a way out.

The loud laugh of the crowd, reached my ears, making my ears tinge red with embarrassment, "Get up," Garreth’s voice rang out, cold and unforgiving. "Or don’t. Your choice." Shaking, I forced myself to block all the distractions. the world spinning around me. My pride had gotten me into this mess, and now I had to fight my way out of it. "You’re too slow," she muttered, her voice dripping with arrogance. The pity in her eyes was gone now. She was a warrior, and this was a fight.

Only a deep, resonant boredom. “You know,” I say, my tone conversational. “I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to fight something this… trivial. It’s nostalgic.” The statue trembles with rage. It hurls Jenna’s spectral form aside like garbage. “You arrogant worm! I have consumed legends! You are a gnat!” I raise one finger, shaking my head slowly. A smile touches my lips—the first real one I’ve felt in what seems like forever. It doesn’t reach my eyes. “Arrogance implies doubt. This is just a fact.”