Humble Response To A Compliment Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I'm fine with it." I notice that Robin looks massively amused. He keeps looking at me while I'm drinking. "What?" I ask. His smile is slow. "Do you even realize what you just said out loud?" I freeze and hold my breath while my sweat glands open. "Oh, boy... That part about me being more than fine?" The smile is replaced with a grin. "Thanks for the compliment." My face is burning. "This is so humiliating... You weren't meant to hear that part at all..."

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

She laugh as she said Smile.. You are very jovial, talking thank-you for the compliment, but do not forget that I am very good. Oh.. For your mind, you that blocked my way then and almost got me busted in anger, but I calm down just with your smile that also attracted me to smile too, then I later likes you when you started the apology at first as we engage in conversation, you're nice guy though, I must said it because yo never mind you personality. Lol.. Cynthia in life you have to give it all, respect people's right no matter who your people has attained that position before you and they will be people who will still pass you in that position too,

They used it against me, and I hate the fact that I am affected. “You look very beautiful, Miss Camilla,” my hairstylist said, looking at my reflection on the elevator. I gave her a short glance. Accepting genuine compliments has always been hard to me. I always think people say something good to get something good in return. It’s always a give and take and you can never receive something for free out of genuine intention. It just doesn't exist in the world we live in. “Thanks,” I still said in spite of all the overanalyzing I did to her simple compliment.

I note, and she grins. “Thanks. See, now that’s how you respond to a compliment. Not denying it altogether.” She gives me a pointed look. “Okay, okay, I get it.” I throw my hands up in surrender. She mock-cheers in victory. The truth is that I don’t like compliments much. Before the accident with Trent, I tended to believe people were teasing me just because of how rare they were for me. But I still accepted them, even if I didn’t necessarily take them seriously.

"Wow! I thought you were trying to be my friend. But thanks for the compliment, even if you're just objectifying my body. You should try complimenting a woman's intellect someday, it will leave a much better impression." "So, what aspect of yourself do you think I should compliment? Your ability to be extremely kind, pleasant, and receptive?" He asked, raising a thick eyebrow. "Ouch! That one hurt." I placed my hand on my chest. "Sorry, only special people know that side of me. You should feel extremely special." I forced a sarcastic smile. His eyes landed on the small bruise on my knuckles, the result of the punch I threw at the steering wheel earlier. "Don't worry, the opponent fared much

“Well that’s different. No one ever said that about me. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I smiled, “it’s a compliment.” I giggled. “Oh.” Did he not like it? “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” I stuttered out. “You didn’t. I just have never been complimented.” The Shock consumed me, “really?” He’s so beautiful, how has he never been complimented before? “No one really talks to me besides you and Bell. Everyone else just passes by me. I don’t know if they are scared of me or if they just ignore me because they don’t see me.” His voice broke. “Well, I may hate you, but I would never lie about a compliment. Plus I hate you and complimented you… So that says a lot.” I

Every eye in the room stayed on me—some shocked, some offended, some calculating how dangerous I had just made myself. I let breath pass. Then I did something none of them expected. “I apologize,” I said calmly, inclining my head. “If my response came across as disrespectful, that was not my intention.” That alone sent a ripple through the room. Men like Don Vittorio thrived on public defiance—but humility? That disarmed them. “I speak only because I believe judgment is… excessive.” Don Vittorio’s lip thinned.

“It’s humbling. It's honest and real.” I turned to face him. The setting sun fell across his face, lighting up his eyes and accentuating his gorgeous features. Not only was Gabe absolutely beautiful but it was becoming clear that he was also extremely deep and intelligent. “That was poetic,” I responded. “Did you write that yourself?” “No, but I have more.” He laughed and then put on his best serious expression again. “I’m small compared to the world. It’s just a fact. I just like to remind myself of it so that I can stay humble. Everyone can use more humility.”

“You’re just so cool when you say that.” It was a small movement, but I caught it because of the angle I was looking up at him from, and because I’ve just spent so long studying his face all these months. His lips had turned up at the corner, maybe just a centimeter or two. It was the closest thing to a smiling response to a compliment I gave that I’ve ever seen. Usually he’d just brush me off, be sarcastic, or just scowl. Feeling a breakthrough, I tried again. “You’re so cute. Do you know that? Like, so cute I want to just keep staring at you all day long.”