The Spoiled Brat Life Novels & Stories

“Does that make me come off as a spoiled brat?” “Is that what's bothering you?” “A little bit,” I admit. “I was raised to appreciate the things you're given. Not to shit all over them and act like you're above others.” “While I understand the sentiment,” he murmurs, propping himself up on one elbow, “I think you're being too hard on yourself. I've never seen you act boastful or full of yourself, and you're not some spoiled brat who thinks the world owes her something. You're someone who's been through a hell of a lot, and you need time to process that. We both know you don't really need the job, although somebody else might, someone without a safety net.”

'At least they had a purpose. I thought resentfully, and then my eyes went wide. 'Dear God, I was so stupid. Why hadn't I thought of this before? I would get a job, and hopefully that would lead to my having a social life.' I told my reflection and grabbed my laptop quickly, typing in a search for suitable jobs. Unfortunately, I had no real qualifications; I did not think being a Bratva Principessa would hold sway with any future employers. Still, I knew I was good with numbers; I had run the Bratva accounts from being thirteen. Although I had never been allowed to take any exams, I had been taught by expert accountants, and then it hit me. 'I don't need a job. I need to go to sch

"Why can't we just pack up the car and come with you like we always do?" Dad let out a long, exhausted sigh, shifting his gaze directly to my younger brother. "You just hit the nail right on the head, buddy. The truth is, I’ve been incredibly selfish by dragging you all along down my own path of professional failures. Before everything fell apart, you kids had a real life. You had a permanent home, a stable school routine, and actual friendships. You don't have any of that anymore, and it breaks my heart. I never wanted this transient life for you. This is me finally putting a stop to the cycle." I understood exactly what he was trying to achieve, and I knew right then that no one in the roo

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

she said. Amber and Scarlet took Stephen out of their suite. Scarlet was holding her waist while facing Stephen, so was Amber. Stephen frowned at what the two women did. "What's the matter?" Stephen asked, confused. Scarlet raised her eyebrows, she didn't know if she was going to lose her mind to Stephen or what. "Really, Uncle? You asked what is the matter? After what you've done? I wish you had told us that you wanted to come, not that you would suddenly make a scene. It's embarrassing for people, what will they think? You're a party crasher. The ultimate Stephen Williamson is a party crasher.” Scarlet emphasized Stephen's full name.

Chris knew he had her then. "Let me put it this way," she said sweetly. Even though Chris had never met her, he could almost picture the sadistic grin on her face, and he knew instinctively that she was anything but sweet. Sour? Bitter? Acrid? Those sounded more like her. "My life has been screwed from the moment I came into this world," she said. "Over and over again. By Adnan's parents. I've been dealt a shitty hand by the world ever since. Consider this a payback for what they put me through."

Well, being twenty-five and single doesn't help when your parents believe. "You should be married by now and this is the perfect age to have kids darling, you aren't getting any younger." My dear mother would always say every time, every given moment. My father would simply nod, it didn't help that I happened to be the only child. The only girl, I was your definition of a spoiled brat but it didn't bother me. My parents were well off, very well off... if I may say. My father is a well known surgeon around Los Angeles, my mother; she made a good house wife. They were practically the perfect couple, of course I wanted exactly what they had with someone one day, hopefully.

Their history was marked by betrayals and suffering. “Jeff wouldn’t let you kill him,” Nate said, trying to ease the situation. “First of all… it’s all his fault, we both almost got killed, he never protected us, Breando is lucky he’s not involved in this, he didn’t suffer as much as Matheus and I suffered together,” Braston said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He pressed his forehead against the cold wall, his eyes closed. “Why is he like this?… We could have had a good life, we could’ve ruled together as united brothers, but every day it just gets worse, he’s a spoiled brat with no morals,” he lamented, his voice breaking.

His words shaking me to the core. "From my childhood, i have only been an irresponsible boy who only focussed on the brighter side of life and never saw any hardships. I was a child to whom people say 'rich spoiled brat'. I was so irresponsible that when i passed out from school, i wanted to leave my family." I looked at him shocked. He was surely a brat in our school days but i never knew he was afraid of the word 'responsibilties'. I found him too responsible in the contrast.

"I don't deserve her, and I know it myself. I thought I might work hard. I didn't expect you to chase harder than me now, bro." Stephen: "well, I..." "My grandma said that you help take out the garbage and mop the floor every day, and you also help Grandma Gill carry rice, change light bulbs, and anything else. I admire you just taking out the trash." Tim gave a thumbs up, "you are taller, more handsome, and more diligent than me, brother. It's all right for me to talk to you today. I just want to tell you that Oli and I are not matched, but I grew up with her, and that's very close. From now on, she is no different from my sister. You have to be nice to her and don't let her down. Do you kn