Mr Arrogent Novelas e Histórias

Justin said to her. “And you’re a rotten fruit,” Jasmine clapped back. Austin touched his brother’s shoulder. “There’s no point in talking to such a low class woman. It will only stain our reputation. We’ll take care of her later. Let’s go.” Justin nodded in agreement and they both entered their car, leaving a fuming Jasmine standing outside. Marcelo, who had been watching the whole scene, shook his head. The two men were just as arrogant as Sebastian. The fault was clearly their driver’s but the two men were too arrogant to accept it.

“Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. I merely see you as my stepping stone. If it weren't for your strength, I would've ignored you.” Argent was unhappy with the man’s attitude—he was too arrogant. Even though they were going to cooperate, he refused to reveal his name. Even though Argent was annoyed with this insincere guy, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to his arrogance. “Forget it. I’ll just make use of him to get rid of Philip.” Argent returned to his room in annoyance and started to treat his right hand. He once obtained a secret technique that could quickly restore him to normal. Argent scowled at the sight of his empty right sleeve.

I do not understand. "Moira. My Moira. Do you know how long I have been looking for you? The mountains I have ascended, the skies I have flown across and the valleys I have crossed? Never once did I give up on you my female. My name is Ragon, your moon blessed." My heart clenches bitterly at the truth that has ultimately stepped into the light. This...this is going to end badly. "Let go of mama!" Argus is fast to force himself through the tiny space between Ragon and Moira. He pounds Ragon's lower belly with every bit of strength he possesses within him, his warrior training being useful for the little one at this point.

I confessed as I softly began to sob. Argo crouched down before me, “I think you’ve come to the right place. If there’s one thing that’s great for solving any issue, it’s beating up people. And fucking, we got many people to beat up.” “Huh?” I asked, not sure what he meant. Mila rolled her eyes, “Argo means there is a nearby pack causing some issues and threatening war. Nothing we can’t handle, but your help is always welcome.” “I do like beating people up…” I said as I wiped my tears away.

MEGAN ‘Marley…. I swear…” I gritted, my fingers digging into my hands, almost drawing out blood. She said her blind date was an ugly, trust-fund kid, yet, the smug, arrogant six-foot-four across from me was the total opposite. I sat upright and cleared my throat. Although, I was met with something unexpected, that didn’t stop me from starting what I came here for. Ruining the blind date. “I’m sorry for calling you an ugly alien. There was a miscommunication from my end.”

"Who is this fine gentleman? You’ve been keeping secrets from me." Steven beamed, looking utterly smitten as he stepped forward to bridge the gap. "Amara, you have an eye for quality. This is the Project Manager for Henderson Incorporated. He’s the mastermind behind the new immersive corporate campaign idea involving live performance integration and emotional branding." Amara let out a soft, melodic giggle—a sound that usually made men melt, but made my blood boil. She finally shifted her gaze to me, though her eyes remained hungry. "Aria," she said, her voice dripping with a faux-sweetness that was almost nauseating. "Why on earth didn't you introduce him to me sooner? I had no idea you wer

His breath hit my cheek — hot, fetid with adrenaline — and every hair on my skin stood on end. I gave him what he demanded. I opened my eyes and held his stare. His brown eyes — the color I ought to have remembered — held something I had not seen before: mania coiled like a living thing. All the coincidences that had once seemed merely inconvenient snapped together into a darker picture. I should have run. I should have noticed. “Adam please,” I whispered, a plea that had the weight of negotiation. Ajax had reached 164. I saw it in the way his small hands trembled, in the line of concentration on his brow. If he lost it now, if he tore his hands from his ears and saw—

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

I asked him accusingly, and he smirked. "Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I own this hotel and the Owen's Group in Dominic City. If there is anyone who needs compensation between us, it's me, because you took advantage of me, and I could only help you when I noticed you were drugged. If I hadn't slept with you, who knows what damage would have happened to your body. So you should compensate me," he smirked, and my jaw dropped.

I let out a breath and stopped in my track and true to his word a latest model of masareti pulled up. I felt a flint of excitement light up in my blood, I'm no gold digger or anything. I believe in working freaking hard for the life I want but common a little luxury here and there never hurt anyone. The car is literally the darkest shade of midnight of I've ever seen, I'm sure in the night it would be almost invisible and blend into the dark atmosphere except for brake lights. Baron opened the back passenger seat for me and I got in excitedly trying to show it because in still pissed at the guy. “Thank you.” I muttered.