Humble Bragging Novels & Stories

My father asked I stayed silent. "He doesn't, all he wants from you is what you've already given him! He's just going to use you up, then tear you down I've seen him do it many times before. I would've thought that you would've had a little bit more respect for yourself!" He said before chuckling deeply "I do have respect for myself!" I shouted causing jack to snort in amusement "Obviously not when you're spreading your legs like the prostitues downstairs." My mind lingered back to the woman held captive down stairs causing my heart to sink.

Him bragging in her face was strange news to her. “Have you always been this way?” she asked and shook his head swallowing his meal. “What way?” “Proud” “Oh little one, I am not proud, I am just perfect, that is the way it is” Cade replied with a smug expression on his face. “Oh really? I am a hundred percent sure and I can bet on a decent sum of money that you have a weakness” she replied. “I meet you on that bet but not on the money” “Not on money?” she asked confused.

“I don’t have your back, Olivia. I didn’t stand up for you. I simply stated the fact that my nephew has a small dick… and she deserves something as big as she described mine to be.” I rolled my eyes, jaw clenched so tight it ached. If there was one thing about him that never failed to taunt me, it was how effortlessly he bragged about his cock, like it was just another weapon in his arsenal, and everyone in the room was now picturing it. He extended his arm with elegant arrogance.

I giggled. “I bet Sam could never do this…” he said, my smile vanished, “this is one of the things I don’t like about rich people” I said, then looked away from him. “What?” he asked, “bragging around like you have the power to anything in this world” I said, he frowned, “I don’t brag!” he scoffed, I shot him a serious glare, he was annoyed from my words.

Swallowing her pride, she lowered her gaze in a humble submission and answered. "I... it was all my stupid idea. I coaxed him to show me a lot of interesting places. I had no idea he would have brought me to one of your properties. I deeply apologize for my outright audacity. I promise I shall never do it again in the future. I swear... if I ever break my promise, you may cast me out."

I asked Theodore's words didn't exactly come to me as a surprise because I knew that was pretty intelligent academically and he was also very proud as well. He had a habit of bragging sometimes and I wasn't against bragging or anything but it wasn't just something he does whenever we were alone, he also had the habit of bragging publicly even to people that he wasn't very familiar with and I didn't like that because that could give people the wrong impression about him.

“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: