Is Subaru The Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

"It's easy for you to say that, Dad. You are not in my shoes. You didn't feel the room spin when the world found out before I did." "I am a Marchetti, Isabella. I have seen every version of betrayal the world has to offer," he replied, his voice dropping into a low, fiercely protective tone. "But I also know the difference between a man who has strayed and a man who has been caught in a trap. Caleb's sin was his pride and his blindness. He thought he was untouchable. He knows now that he is not." "He stayed for two minutes," I whispered, the words cutting my throat. "Two minutes, Dad. What was he thinking during those two minutes?"

Content Advisory: This chapter contains scenes depicting explicit and distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. At what point do you decide that your pride isn’t worth it anymore? At what point do you acknowledge that it’s okay to be wrong sometimes? At what point do you forfeit and beg for forgiveness? I suppose it’s not a matter of having the opportunity to when I’ve turned down every single one of them that’s crossed my path. Ultimately, it’s a matter of being backed into a corner and choosing the path of lesser consequence—the path of submission in hope of gracefulness.

Vince replied. “I also have a problem with one of your traits, Vince. I have a problem with your pride and ego, you always feel too big about yourself and you don't know when to accept defeat and apologize.” Imani chimed in. Vince let out a hearty chuckle then said. “Pride and ego, two similar ones in one sentence. Where you never taught about ambiguous words in high school?” He asked. “If you are here to annoy me, just know that you have succeeded.” Imani said, walking away.

Maybe, I haven't even felt proud like this when I became the CEO of my company. I was just hungry and ambitious of money and power, that proudness was selfish, that was for me but today, I felt proud of him and this proudness was not selfish. I don't have to change for this pride, I don't have to act rude for this pride. I can just be happy, happy seeing him there. And, this was selfless pride and it is giving me the greatest peace and pleasure.

DECLAN SHE WAS GOING to hate me. I didn’t blame her. Couldn’t, really. None of this was her fault. It was all mine. All because of pride. All because of my coveting something. Two sins, but I lived my life with sins darkening every aspect of it. I didn’t care about my immortal soul. Hadn’t since she’d walked out of my world. Pussy. I let the word flip through my mind, but it didn’t anger me.

“Mama… why is Papa fighting others?” “Because we are too prideful my dear. We were born to bear this sin, a sin where nothing should be above us. No one should dare try to reach us, those who try to step on our pride would be killed. That is our sin. Ouur proud empire would always be tortured by the pride that was passed down to us…” She explained. Despite being a child she understood what her mothers words meant, she was already mature at a very young age having been taught that she would one day be succeeding the throne. Her eyes turned serious as she sensed a presence on the other side of their room's door.

A homeless man gave him a bag containing two red and blue stones. “Good young man. You have the ability like a God, but you still humble yourself and think that above the sky, there is still another sky. Keep your attitude like this!” the voice he heard said. Inwardly, Nicko returned the whisper and promised to do what he had to. He promised not to be arrogant and make things worse. He will use all the advantages given to him at the right time, not to show off. There have been many examples of those who died because of their own pride. Like a lump of iron that fire will not destroy but by its own rust.

“We were between a rock and a hard place, you were trying to protect your family and your people. What were we supposed to do in that situation?” “I should have killed him when I had the chance.” Sinclair grumbles. “I would have lost the throne but at least all of the people he’s murdered and tortured would still be here. It didn’t have to be me.” He shakes his head, his hands curling into fists. “It was my fucking pride, my ego – thinking it was my duty and mine alone. Trying to fulfill my father’s unfinished work.”

“You can’t take her. This is my home!” Dante glanced at her once and gave her a weak smile. “And I’m very grateful you kept her safe.” I could feel a drop in the temperature between them. Sofia looked at me, panic in her eyes. I took a step back. “I’m not going with you,” I said. Dante’s gaze hardened. “You don't have a choice,” he replied. The car ride was silent. Not a peaceful type. His eyes were filled with anger and words unsaid, he just sat there going through his phone.