Em Là Niềm Kiêu Hãnh Novels & Stories

“I did everything I can to be a deserving lady that can stand next to the emperor, but I guess someone will always be better than I am out there.” Emery did not expect to hear such words from someone like her, especially that she seemed to be a person who hardly puts her pride down. And seeing the defeated look on her expression somehow gave her the hint that she no longer had the drive to force herself into becoming the empress. “This is not a matter of who is better than the other, but rather, who the emperor truly admires.” Lady Athena did not quite understand her words so she looked at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

I wondered whether she really wanted to know who Emily was or if she was being completely sarcastic. Emily placed the back of her hand over her mouth as she let out a dry chuckle that I know all too well. I know that smug gesture when she does it. It was a usual habit she couldn't do without. She exhibited it at model castings, parties, and even when we were fuck bodies because she knew I kept coming back to her to satisfy my pleasure. Her arrogance would never let her acknowledge that anyone was better than she is. She believed herself the Queen of Eden. I couldn't be more pleased about breaking things off with her. She doesn't deserve to be my mate, let alone anyone.

She shook hands with the chancellor, her heart swelling with pride. As she returned to her seat, Emilia's thoughts turned to Mr. Henry, the man who had believed in her and entrusted her with his legacy. She remembered his words: "Emilia, you have the potential to achieve greatness. Don't let anyone bring you down." She felt a surge of determination, knowing that she had made him proud.

Even the elite warriors shifted in their seats uncomfortably at Esmeray's bold statement. "You see little petty spoiled lady, I am not here to seek anyone's acceptance yet you are. Without your father's influence you couldn't even secure a seat at this table. You hide behind this mask of elegance and sophistication because ladies like you are cripple who needs an influential man to lean on. But I am not a lady, I never was one. I am ruthless, meticulous and proudly arrogant. You know why?" Esmeray let the air fill in with a dramatic pause "Because with or without a man I am still going to make it to the top."

Ethan leaned across the table, whispering loudly as though it was a secret. “You’re proud, aren’t you?” Damian’s gaze flicked to him, sharp but unreadable. Ethan shrank back a little, but his smirk didn’t fade. Emery peeked at Damian from behind her hands. He wasn’t denying it. His eyes softened when they landed on her, a storm of feelings he didn’t voice. Pride, yes — but not the boastful kind. The kind that came from knowing he’d crossed a line with her he’d never cross with anyone else.

Emilia blushed, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thanks, Liam," Emilia said. "I'm just trying to do what's best for the pack." Liam smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "You're doing more than that, Emilia," Liam said. "You're inspiring them. You're showing them that we can be strong and united, even in the face of adversity." Emilia's heart swelled with emotion as she listened to Liam's words. She knew that she had found her true calling, and that she was meant to be a leader.

(Emi’s POV) My heart is racing in my chest. I'm trying to calm my breathing, but I'm sure I wreak of fear and it gives away my true emotions. Jasmine Beaumont is breathtaking upfront and personal. The kind of beauty that artists bring to life as masterpieces in their individual mediums and crafts. She would have museums of sculptures and paintings to worship her beauty. She could be the muse of even songbirds with their hauntingly enchanting lyrics and poets with their words that create visions that could move mountains to reach heaven.

“You needed a lesson in humility, dear sister. And, well, I thought it would be… enlightening for you to spend some time away from all the attention you’re so used to.” Anger flared within Emma, letting out a strength she didn’t know she still possessed. She gritted her teeth and forced herself upright, though her knees shook under the effort. “You think this makes you stronger? Hurting your blood?” Her voice grew steadier as her fury built. “Without me, you’d be dead!” Ever’s smirk faltered, while her eyes darkened. “You’re the reason I’m this way!” she spat. “You took all the good genes and left me frail and weak!”

I see what you are to them. It was enough. After dessert, as coffee was being served, Emma dragged Eleanor to her room to show her the snow globe in its new home. Keira watched them go, then felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Isabella. “You’re a braver woman than I am.” “Or a more foolish one,” Keira said, but she was smiling. “No. It’s bravery. To make room. That’s the hardest kind of love.” Isabella hugged her. “I’m proud of you.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude on that. I just… really wanted to meet you.” Emilia blinks, taken off guard. “You did?” “Yes!” Kira nods, earnest. “Everyone talks about you like some kind of myth. Untouchable. Regal. Dangerous if provoked.” She laughs softly. “But you’re… you feel different from what I imagined.” Emilia’s lips twitch into the faintest ghost of a smile. “I suppose rumors exaggerate.” “I suppose they do,” Kira agrees. And then, more quietly, “Thank you for coming.”