Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

Could he possibly be even more powerful than the Yeager family? Heston could not stand it anymore. He snarled, "Hubris! Mr. Miller, your pride will be your downfall! Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?" Liam ignored him as though he had not even heard him. Instead, his cold, beady eyes were fixated still on Julian.

Apollo exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp with contempt. So, they had survived. Of course they did. The Emberborn were never fools. Traitors, yes. Arrogant enough to believe they could twist fate to their advantage, to crown themselves through deceit instead of dominion. When their conspiracy was uncovered, Hell had burned them out with ruthless thoroughness. Not justice, not mercy—a cleansing, like fire through a plague-ridden chapel. But thorough was not the same as complete.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers, the silver band of a Directorship signet ring catching the harsh violet glare of the emergency lights. ​"Always so unyielding, Vivian," he murmured, his tone carrying the fond, disappointed indulgence of a tutor grading a flawed exam. "You truly are your father's daughter. But Christopher always let his sentimentality cloud his tactical equations. He built these magnificent hubs to preserve humanity, yet he failed to realize that humanity is an unmanageable baseline without a violent hand to guide it." ​"The baseline is perfectly manageable when the administrative authority is legitimate, Uncle Marcus," Vivian replied sm

Only the last of a line too arrogant to imagine ending until ending took it by the throat. Seraphel closed her eyes briefly. “He was warned.” “Yes,” said Ysoria quietly. “But arrogance takes warning as insult.” “He believed blood itself would excuse him,” Cassian said. “As though ancient right could outlive corruption. As though the seat could survive his appetites.”

Even in pain, his arrogance did not break a bit. “It’s your very arrogance that has led you to this point today,” her tone rang in his head, earning a painful groan from him. “Your ego, arrogance, and selfishness took innocent lives. You are too self-absorbed not to notice the ache of losing loved ones. You only shed blood.” “Heh...” He shook, still smirking, “Power is the only thing I aim... I...” An earth-shattering growl came out when the Goddess of the moon’s eyes blazed at her ungrateful son.

"Always so quick to violence. Always so lacking in poetry. I called you because I heard you were upset. Did you truly think I, the Don of Italy, would stoop to such a pedestrian act as stealing leverage? Che sciocchezza!" "Then what was it, you maniac?" Hades demanded, slamming his free hand flat on the mahogany desk. "Why breach my security, take the corpse, and terrorize my family with your theatrical nonsense? This is not a game, Adriano." "But it is, Hades," Adriano countered, sounding genuinely hurt. "It is the final game of respect. You were going to bury Gregory in an unmarked grave, like a common street rat! After everything he did for the Omerta, after all the power he held... a hur

She physically attacked him this time even. However, calm begins to take the place the rage and the fog of his thoughts clear enough for reason to shine through. It’s only a minor set-back, Jacob, his mind reassures him and he relaxes into the seat. In the end, hubris is punished by the gods, one of which you are. Victory will be mine. It always is.

#Meeting Lord Adam# #Man's effort vs destiny# #Hour glass ultimatum# Don't fucking call me crazy, we all should call him out for his hypocrisy! ♥Elena's POV♥ I hate getting pissed! It is absolutely unfair to have people need your help so badly and all you do is turn a blind eye and act all pompous and selfish. I mean, how did this old guy with no face get to be king when all he does is act like a grown-ass with twisted pants in the fraps and think of no one but himself.

He was not that bad either, or else how could he have managed such a big business? He was arrogant and conceited. He felt that women should just be confined to their role in the household, take his money, and just go spend it. There was no need to interfere overtly in his work. Because he was petty and narrow-minded, and extremely conceited as well, he came to harbor such thoughts, and his unhappiness with Grace slowly deepened. It opened a window of opportunity for Hellen. When there were not many problems in his career, Hellen’s petty habits naturally did not surface, and Grace’s virtues became much less apparent.

It was all a matter of uncovering the right buttons to push. "I could have the alpha on his knees if I wanted," she purred, "but men have more shortcomings beyond just an incapability to think of anything besides their cock." "And those would be?" "Overblown egos and a ravenous need to flex their testosterone." Jasmine wiggled her curls. "I set the trap, and he walks in. Bringing the sweet little luna with him." "You’re in over your head, my sweet." "Unlike you, my lord, I have a spine."