Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

“But Ella didn’t want to go back. She’s the backbone of her family; she has to work and earn money to send to them. She hasn’t even dared to use that 3,000. She said it’s for emergencies, since she’s unemployed and doesn’t know when she’ll find a new job. But she was lucky that Tucker felt pity for her.” “But I think it could become a problem. That’s just the nature of men; if a woman is this close at hand, how can they resist? Ella is getting more beautiful by the day. Look, even Theo couldn’t control himself.” “And what about you, Chris?” “I’ve known Ella since she was a child. I’ve never had such dirty thoughts.” “But Theo did, and he actually acted on it. On top of that, he didn’t take r

That made Elijah hug me, even as he watched the situation with horror. “Is this necessary for power?” Gibran asked calmly, and I realized he had the camera hidden in his clothes. “It seems Dantesque to me.” Hall smiled, his eyes bloodshot. “To be the most powerful, it doesn’t matter if you make great sacrifices that aren’t worth it,” Hall said. “Do you have the information I’m looking for?”

Arrogance. What was the definition of that word again? One moment while I open my dictionary. Let me see here. Ah yes. Arrogance. An inflated sense of one’s worth and importance. And would you look at that? Right beneath the definition was a picture of Joffrey Baratheon bowing before the great Lucas Visconti while practically kissing the floor beneath his feet. But that wasn’t all. Further down, written in bold letters, it read: Lucas Visconti. Known to humanity as the biggest arrogant asshole alive, rivaling the Greek concept of hubris itself.

Patiently. Preparing for the moment he would leave. Aria stared at him. "You destroyed her." Fabien shrugged. "She destroyed herself." The answer came calmly. "All I did was give her enough rope." The room remained silent, and I realised something then. For all his intelligence. For all his planning. For all his manipulation. Fabien possessed one fatal weakness. Ego. The need to be recognised. The need for everyone to understand how clever he was. How superior. How untouchable.

His gaze swept the room like a blade. “Any candidate, Alpha or Luna, caught cheating, bribing, using forbidden substances, attempting to sabotage the other team, or defying the elders’ instructions will be disqualified.” A murmur broke out again, louder, because everyone had opinions about what counted as sabotage. The elder slammed his staff down once. The sound cracked through the hall like thunder. Silence returned instantly. “Disqualified,” he repeated. “And disgraced.” He let the word disgraced hang there, heavy and humiliating.

He asked, picking up the glass and taking a small sip. Should I lie or tell the truth? “Speak the truth. I won't hurt you for that. This is a discussion. Converse openly.” Even though my body always remained on high alert in his presence, I trusted him this once. “No, I didn't. His hubris, envy and desire for power made him seem hollow and petty. His rebellion was born out of pride and refusal to serve; it wasn't out of some noble gesture. While, his actions were driven by desire for glory and revenge. He was left humiliated in the end, which served him right. Degraded to a mere serpent, the form he took to tempt Eve. Some people do see him as the tragic epic hero.” I shook my head. “I am no

"Why are you acting this way? Are you jealous of him, Zeux?" My pupils dilated, and I gave him a death glare. "What?! Why would I? You must be kidding me." I sat in a chair and then stand up again to get the pitcher with cold water in the refrigerator. I fill my glass with water and then drink it. Why would I be envious of that obnoxious jerk? I don't care if he's a good worker. I have the authority to fire him at any time. But I guess I can't right now because Vanessa will question me and think of me as arrogant. I must be a good person in Vanessa's eyes while being a bad person in the eyes of others. They don't bother me. I'll be good on her right now.

I heard him say. "And you are gentleman, aren't you?" I can't handle him speaking all the rubbish talks that don't make any sense. "Yes, I am!" He cleared his throat once again and puffed his shoulders more this time with pride. "Then I am a lady of elegance!" "With no etiquette on how to behave, you should not call yourself a lady!" "And you are not even a man enough to know how to speak with a gender opposite to yours!" I argued back at him. I moved again on the contrary path to him but lost my balance.

Tammie asked. "Yes,"I said, reflecting on our high school days. "One of her favorite character flaws was hubris. The heroes who failed in Shakespeare, world mythology, and all other literature lost what was most important to them because of pride. Your hubris is that you are proud and independent and look at any gift or help as a threat to that. Accepting the clothes – either as a gift, as Michael's way of taking care of his family, or simply that Michael wants to make you happy – is the right thing to do."

" You mean to say - Tenebris got jealous?" " More like he hated to share his limelight with anyone else " said the high priest with a smile that was without humour " He didn't expected that Etah will chose another child to share his power with and because of that he became quiet laid back and stopped working on his power , exploring their true potentials . But the next child was different he was born without anything - he couldn't even get his meals of a day if he didn't work so how can he not explore the real potential of his powers? That child worked harder and harder and soon he surpassed Tenebris 's fame "