Humble Bragging Novels & Stories

he said with a smirk. "I will appreciate it if you don't talk about the distinction in our standards especially not in the presence of your staff. I find it humiliating!" she said angrily. "If you find it humiliating, then, you have to learn to be humble. I have told you times without numbers that you are too full of pride. You need to be humble. As the saying goes, pride goes before a fall," Alpha Vicker said.

“Trust me and your father is so rich that he can get you whatever you want” “But you're also rich mummy and you get me whatever I want, and I'm rich too have you forgotten I'm a Hooper I play basketball and currently the top kid basketball player I earn so much money” He bragged and I was lost admiring the beautiful human that I created and feeling so proud of myself cause the feeling right now is unimaginable. “Baby I never know you brag too” “Come on mum who doesn't brag” He muttered and stylishly adjusting his collar,

He reached over, pushed his door open, and stepped out into the cool evening air. I followed him out, my boots hitting the gravel. "Are you humble-bragging right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Ares stopped and looked back at me, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. "That was a fact, beautiful. I don't need to be humble to brag about my wealth. I'm a billionaire. I earned the right to be arrogant about it." "Shameless," I teased, though a small smile tugged at my lips.

Enraged, Brock leaped to his feet and wagged his finger at Austin as he roared, "I've been looking out for you all these years. You only managed to become the assistant general manager because I've been praising you in front of my brother-in-law! If not, with your capabilities, you'd only be a project manager at most! "Where's your sense of decency, huh? Gratitude is a basic human virtue. How dare you be such a fucking ingrate?" Austin retorted icily, "You mean you've been praising yourself, don't you? In the last few years, all you bother to do is butter up your brother-in-law and claim all the merits for the company's success. "Whenever you make a mess, am I not the one who has to clean up

Maya calmly arranged her words, ensuring no statement was left out. I gave a quiet scoff. "You don't have to apologize for what you did to me. It's just a reflection of who you truly are. You're being humble and loyal because of the immediate gain. As soon as you ascend to a good office, perhaps in another sub-pack, you'll definitely display the proud and bullying version of you once again. Correct?"

I giggled with pride as I spoke. "He probably did, Ahmad is a careful driver," he said. "I could beat you too you know" I bragged further And he laughed. "I am not Ahmad," he said as he could do better. "yes, but I am an expert" I continue to toot my own horn. "Fine it's a deal," he said. "As soon as the bump on my head heals' I said remembering I was still suffering from racing one of the brothers. He looked at my face looking at it but nothing hid a bump like a pack load of foundation.

"My gosh, Ynnah… you’re already in college and you still don’t know these basic rules of integers yet? I already mastered this way back in high school." Sometimes… this person has such an enormous, inflated pride and ego! I honestly don't even know where he inherited that trait, because Mommy and Daddy are humble and kind people, definitely not like this arrogant guy standing in front of me. "If you know it so perfectly well, then you should be the one answering that from the start and not me!" I retorted, standing up and marching toward my bed to lie down, turning my back to him. "You are just torturing me for fun when you can easily do it all alone by yourself!" I added, crossing my arms a

"Domenico... please don't... I'm begging you, don't do this..." Alice nestled in his arms and covered her mouth in fake concern. "Domenico, isn't this too cruel to her? After all, those are her private photos..." "Privacy?" Domenico laughed coldly, his eyes full of mockery. "A whore who betrays the family has no right to privacy." My face was pressed against the ground. I could clearly hear the breathing and comments of the men surrounding me. Those voices slithered into my ears like venomous snakes, gnawing away at what little dignity I had left. I felt like merchandise being appraised and judged.

I asked, angry that he was bragging to me about his enormous brain. “No Miss Jefferson, I memorized that when they told me.” He said proudly. “Like I told you, I'm too smart for you to fool me.” He licks his red lips. “I tell you this because I want you to understand that we are not on the same level.” "What agony!" You live in a pigsty shared with several people, and I live in a house in Chelsea where the rich live. Even if I were poor, I would still be more than you, my intelligence would beat yours in every confrontation.”I immediately get angry, I get up from my seat and forcefully slap him.

“It’s an award, man! A really cool bit of recognition. You did good! Celebrate it. Be proud of what you have accomplished.” I supposed I was proud. Somewhat. I just didn’t see the need to boast. “I am proud,” I argued. “You are a billionaire, and don’t deny that you are. I know you are. You don’t act like it, which is a good thing, I guess, but damn, be proud.” I scowled at him. “You want me to act like a peacock? Should I strut around boasting about my wealth?” He slowly shook his head. “Never mind. I’m just glad I knew you when.”