Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

The thought made my lips curl into a faint smile. How fragile humans were. How easily they trusted. How easily they broke. I moved silently through the eastern corridor, my steps slow and measured, my fingers trailing lightly across the cool stone wall. Everything was falling into place perfectly. Elias had proven more useful than I expected. Obsessed men always were. They didn’t think clearly. They didn’t question enough. They only chased what they believed belonged to them. And that made them dangerous. But also controllable. Very controllable. I reached my chambers and closed the door softly behind me.

"If something goes wrong, it will not be good for you. Remember this" Throughout this conversation, I was looking at Alaric intently, or rather, was attracted to him. His presence was a great support for me, even though we did not know each other properly. Strong shoulders, dark silky settled hair from the night, eyes like hot cups of honey, tall stature, strong body, and soft nature are his strengths. Any girl will try hard to be with him.When he turned towards me, I lowered my eyes, trembling. My heart beat faster and I felt ashamed. I am no longer holy. I have no right to have such feelings for any special person. I will stigmatize my tarnished life as well as his. Thinking about all this

"Elias and I have always had a complicated relationship. He was always the golden child—smart, driven, and successful. I admired him... until I discovered how ruthless he could be." A murmur rippled through the courtroom. The prosecutor's expression darkened. "Ruthless, you say? Can you elaborate?" Selene sighed as though burdened by a heavy truth. "Elias was obsessed with control. He would do anything to maintain his empire, even if it meant destroying the people closest to him. When the allegations of embezzlement surfaced, he didn’t even flinch at throwing Victoria under the bus." I stiffened in my seat, heat rising to my face. That was a blatant lie.

" (Pulling the trigger on Recreation causing a spray of bullets to fire forward within accelerated time, landing clean shots. Time unpauses just long enough for Dantzler and Xanne to rush at Izanami so she will not have time to respond.) Xanne: "A World Of Elegance!" {Elegance: The quality of being pleasingly ingenious and simple; neatness.} (Elegance forms as an iridescent flame within Xanne's hand. It's thrown forward as if it is an underhanded softball throw, causing Izanami to ignite and scream in pain. She seems to be breaking down on a molecular level.) "Elegance. The thought that beautiful things can destroy anything. In this case, your Definition or Universal Constant itself. BREAKDO

He walked over to the edge of the mattress, leaning down until his shadow completely blocked the morning light. "You don't have to trust me, Julianna," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy purr that vibrated right through my bones. "But you have to realize that I am the only thing standing between you and a shallow grave in the Chicago suburbs. My father thinks like a corporate CEO. He sees a liability, and he liquidates it. I see something that belongs to me, and I eliminate anyone who tries to touch it. Now, get out of bed before I drag you out myself."

“I touched nothing, though, but was touched by . . . something.” “I know. I don’t know what it was, and, truly, I had not expected you to proceed as deeply as you did.” “So, how can I trust your ignorance will not lead to my harm?” “It is a question I have asked myself.” “And?” “It was hubris.” “Hubris? It is a word I fail to cipher.”

They swallowed every lie they told themselves because it fed their sense of superiority. If hubris had a shape, it would be the Reynolds family standing in that grand hall, smiling, planning, judging, and sinking deeper into their fantasies. The universe was simply waiting to reveal the truth to them — a truth sharp enough to slice through every illusion they clung to. Bella giggled, turning around again to take in the beauty of the hall that she couldn’t get enough of. Every chandelier seemed to shine brighter for her. Every decoration felt like her birthright. She stretched her hand slowly, almost touching one of the draping gold fabrics as though claiming it.

Leslie let out a cold laugh. "You're just being stubborn! Andrew, no man has ever been able to ignore Ms. Phelan. Because in this world, whether men or women, everyone pales in comparison to Ms. Phelan's brilliance. You dare deny that?" A mocking smile appeared on Andrew's face. "I'm not denying anything. Ms. Phelan really is a one-of-a-kind beauty—flawless, even. But pride is the deadliest of the seven sins. I just hope Ms. Phelan doesn't fall too deep into her own reflection."

It was together cruel that his need drowned out his common sense and decency as he gripped her thin-grade hips and shoved his pulsing member inside her harder still seeking only pleasure in the wake of her pain as she'd been little more than a peasant whose sole purpose was to warm his cock. The vile nature of nobility had been such and it crept into the already embittered young man's heart as a result of the loss of his virtue in such a similarly cruel fashion. Where he knew she'd seen love, he'd seen usefulness and he didn't dare have the mind to allow her to believe otherwise.

“How’s your sleep?” Hellion’s total impression of Xegris was a scumbag, arrogant freak who would hiss his displeasure every day in her ears. He was an unfeeling b*st*rd who always had nauseating thoughts and of course, a goddamn perverted mind. He was the very embodiment of evil. His beauty was unparalleled in this world and he was a very impatient jerk who loves to order people like a tyrant. Hellion thought at first that God was really blind and petty for letting a person like him exist.