Humble Bragging Novels & Stories

" He pulled out a cigarette and lit it then looked at me. "I know who I am and I have accepted myself for it. Regardless of what anyone says to me or how they try to treat me, I could give zero fucks because, with the money that I have, I can buy and sell whatever company they work for 5 times over." "Okay humblebrag," I said laughing and stopping abruptly once that pain hit me again. A weak smile crept onto his face. "Did I lie though?" he asked chuckling, trying to mimic me because I liked using that phrase.

He hoped there are still a few idiots outside whom he can beat up. He grinned as a couple of guys spotted him. As he expected, they began taunting him and he welcomed it. “Are you guys sure you want to fight me? Are you off duty?” He began stretching his body and moving his neck. “Don’t blame me if you end up not being able to work tomorrow.” He warned them, as he really needed to vent out his frustrations. “You’re really too full of yourself. Didn’t your mother teach you humility?” “That’s not in my vocabulary. That word is only for weak people.” He smirked and it was more than enough to taunt them back. He’s a natural at it.

I couldn't risk it - not after everything I had gone through to get this far. “Sure thing ma'am. I'll be damned if even a behemoth can wriggle his way out of my ropes” he bragged. That seemed to be his only talent to be honest. He could say all sorts of stuff just to give the illusion of competence. In reality, he was just as competent as a chicken would be at math. “Yeah whatever. Just hurry up so we can get over with this. You still have errands to run for me, remember?” “Can a frog jump? Of course I remember” he said in his typical braggy way. I rolled my eyes and was about to walk away when suddenly we heard a loud bang.

She quietly left and planned to go and bring some food back. When seeking help from others, one must humble oneself and set aside any pride, as that bit of arrogance is of no use.

he smiles “I know I am baby, and that’s exactly why you love me” I say “Don’t flatter yourself” Jim giggles “You know baby, I never told you this, but there’s sincerely something about you that I admire so much” I say “What’s that?” Jim asks “You’re a billionaire and you don’t spend lavishly, I love that about you, you carry this aura but you’re not proud” I say “My mum always tells me to be humble, no matter what I have in life” Jim says

“So?” “So… you should give me the respect that I deserve because it is not easy to find someone of my caliber with such prowess and you know this.” He bragged. “Don't get too cocky Mr Blackwood. One of these days you might just fall off your ladder and no one will be there to catch you. Why don't you just remain humble and let's see if you truly have the powers that you claim.”

It hit me then—I hadn’t thought about my phone even once. “Well, you were right about one thing,” I said, looking across the table at him. “You’ll have to be more specific. I’m usually right about everything.” I rolled my eyes. “And here I was about to pay you a compliment. Then you go and ruin it with that ego.” “Arrogance is when you overestimate your abilities. I don’t exaggerate. I’m simply accurate.” “Stuck-Up Suit really does suit you, doesn’t it?” He ignored my jab. “What was the compliment?”

“You weren’t even born when I braved the business world.” “You’re right, but you haven’t made anything for yourself with the time you spent in the business world. On the contrary, you made a fool of yourself. If this is what you mean by brave, then consider me amused. After all, bravery and stupidity are very similar.” “Why, you…” Homer was so mad that his face turned red.

“Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I thought, “I tried my best, sir,” I said cautiously. He nodded and said nothing at first. Then, he said; “You are dangerously humble, Miss Marrissa.” I blinked. “Was that... a compliment?” He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “There is an aggressive confidence in your politeness. I like it.” I blushed, unsure if that was meant as praise or a warning. “Thank you, sir.” Another silence passed. Then, because apparently my mouth had zero self-preservation instincts, I blurted:

"You might be right. I'm competent and overly cute after all.." "Is this a bragging session..?" I drop my shoulder in defeat. “I'm an amazing person. You think so too, don't you? But in one area, you're beating me. We're the same age, and gender doesn't matter for this. So, I'm going to go ahead and say it: It makes me sick to know that you, the person who's beating me—Low-Sero, the one person I respected—is ruining his life. It's unforgivable! It's disgusting! If the person beating me is worthless, doesn't that make me worthless, too?”