The Spoiled Brat Life Novels & Stories

“I miss my parents too. They both died a while ago.” Silence fell upon them for a moment. Metil now also sympathises with Matthew. “Well, I guess I should be glad that I still have my family intact. Sorry for making you share your story.” “Nah, it’s fine. It feels good to talk about it sometimes” Matthew said. “How was Bran like? Was he a brat?” “Oh yeah! He definitely was. This one time he threw mud at me while I was tending to the crops.” “Really?”

I decided to ignore the second sentece for now. "At least i'm not like you. Opening my legs for every male I see. And for your information i'm not a spoiled brat. You are the spoiled rich brat that only uses daddy's money to get what you want". I was so angry. She can't just insult people like that. She have to learn. I'm not a spoiled brat. If I wanted something, I buy or get it with my own sweat money. Before school started I worked at a coffee and a bakery shop. My part time job so I could earn some money.

James was about to argue, but Maria quickly interjected, "James, as your eldest sister, I just want to give you some advice." Maria glanced at me for a moment and from the look she gave me, I knew she was going to give me an earful. "You know, when she became Jack's girlfriend, I could see the drastic change in Jack who became directionless. She changed my son's life and turned him into a punk, a drunk, a drug addict, and a gambler. Anyway, his life was only spent on bad things! How crazy is that?!" Vivi nodded with an annoyed gaze that couldn't escape me. I could only remain silent as Jack's mom continued her scorn.

Alexa was sentenced to 5 years imprisonment. As for Sofia and Mrs Wilson, they were also sentenced to life imprisonment. While the remaining Wilson family were sentenced to 20 years imprisonment for hiding evidence. The end of ‘I'm Spoiled by the Zillionaire Bachelor’. Thanks to my lovely readers for giving this book a chance. There will be book 2, titled; ‘I Accidentally Kissed My Future Husband’. I had to split the book into two books because this book didn't perform well. So I'm very sorry for the inconvenience I might have caused you.

It is the girls who always do whenever they look or glare at me because they feel threatened that I might steal their boyfriend and their crushes from them and they should be because I might. I am known as the spoiled brat of Maxwell Castello who is found partying and shopping all the time. It is just to show the world my side that is not really me when in reality I love to study and work hard because I want to become one workaholic person like my father and make him proud.

'I hate Saturdays,' she told herself as she marched downstairs only to meet the devil who frustrated her life. "You are dressing to kill today. Are you meeting your crush," her brother snickered as Joy hissed. "Haha, so hilarious. You should try telling your girlfriend that," Joy stated as her brother's face turned pale. He stood up immediately, making strides towards her. "What did you just say? My girlfriend is cheating on me?" Mark asked as he held Joy's hand. Joy smiled, ready to shock his brother. "I never knew my twenty-two years old brother could be so paranoid. You should get married soon and move out of this house. Grow up, you have trust issues,"

Only change is that she starts crying this time. So, this is what people call a spoiled brat. And I thought my sister was a handful. After sparing me a scornful glare, she stomps her way out. As she goes, she breaks some flower vase on her way out. Jesus! This woman is the epitome of a spoiled brat. “I…I will clean it up.” Spencer says hurriedly as if someone would hit him if he didn't do it right away. He is about to go but I tug at his hand. He looks down at me, his expression changing. Good. I prefer his cold stare more than whatever that was.

He chuckled darkly "That's what you're gonna say as the rich, spoiled brat that you are" "What?" I whispered, my jaw dropping but he wasn't even done. "Yeah, you're a spoiled, selfish brat that doesn't know shits about real life! And you don't give a damn about that. So you come here, bring out the fucked up part of me, open my fucking wounds, and still spill bullshit from your mouth!" I nodded at him sarcastically, a sick smile on my face. "And then at the end of the day, you tell me I deserve to be hated?" He scoffed loudly "You tell me that when you're the real, mean bitch that wouldn't keep her mouth shut?"

, I said dryly. Then the weirdest thing happened. He laughed. A low satisfying heavy laughter that had my insides turning into mush and my heart overwhelmed. I did that. I made him laugh. “Yeah, laugh it all. No one ever wants to fuck the rich spoilt brat" His smile faded and he growled nearly making me squirm in my seat. “You are not a brat" “Everyone else thinks so” And I made no effort to correct them because many are the times, I was caught acting like a pampered spoilt princess by the sneaky paparazzi.

I'm this close to jumping on her and ripping her head off, then I’ll clip off the fucker’s cock that got her this sugar high. “You always think you can get anything you want. The best mum.” She shrugs. “A stepdad who treats you like a literal princess.” Her tone is laced with pain. “You’re just a spoiled rich brat…” She sighs. “You think you rule the world like some sort of queen. News flash, you don't!” She claps, dramatically. “You let the guys crawl around you while you act untouchable. Guess who’s now replaceable.”