Is Subaru The Sin Of Pride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Grandpa!" he whined. "Why do we have to drive there?! It would be faster if we just ran!" "Patience, Shiro," his grandfather chuckled. "We wouldn't be able to carry all that's in this truck if we simply ran all the way here." "I could!" He puffed up his chest. "Now, now, Shiro," the man patted his knee. "It's not wise to have that great of pride." "I thought you said that it was good to have pride?"

“But I’ve always thought that one’s insolence has to be supported. I have the hydrogen fuel propulsion system, which is my basis for being insolent. I also have an abundant research fund and professional researchers, so those are also what support me. “You asked me why I picked you guys just now, and I told you the reason—because you guys are a disappointment. It’s not from me. It’s what countless netizens and people out there say. “I’m only in my early twenties this year, but even I have heard of your company’s brand. Suffice to say, the brand influence is there. But your products during recent years are hardly convincing, and you guys don’t deserve the title of the nation’s pride. “I belie

Arin is disappointedly angry now. Ashamed, I pin my eyes on my shoes and fold my hands on my back. I should have planned something in-line too and begged for her forgiveness. It is a meaningful gesture. As much as I hate to admit it, Subhaan has scored here. My in-laws aren’t the best wolves in the world. But they aren’t as bad as Subhaan’s either. They are arrogant, rude, and judgemental, and always detect flaws, but they don’t go around slapping wolves. They are my in-laws and Arin’s folk.

Mark sneered the word, and then laughed; "They say it's a deadly sin. No my friends denial is a sin, and those who deny greatness are the true sinners. To keep this short and use a modern term these people are haters. They hate us because they know were better and they are jealous. I am not supposed to take pride in my appearance because they don't look like me. I should hold back at work so my inferior co-workers look less inferior." Mark sighed for dramatic effect and shook his head before continuing;

I asked, genuinely confused. “I didn’t want to leave earlier like you wanted to,” Levi choked out. His eyes were already glassy and red. “I should’ve listened. I should’ve—but I stupidly thought I could change their minds and make them accept you. I thought… if the Elders accept you, then everyone else would follow, right?” God. He actually believed that. I exhaled and looked away. He wasn’t wrong to hope—but that kind of thinking was painfully naive. “Instead, I almost let something bad happen to you again because of my pride,” he said, voice breaking now. “It’s Rebecca all over again!”

I, Alexander Leonard Radenor, am only a demon halfway. That’s a fact. But I am, as it turns out, a complete idiot, which, as much as it pains me to say, is also a fact—a stubborn one. They taught me so much, told me so many things, yet no! Pride brings a demon’s fall. Or is it hubris? Damned if I know. They say that pride doesn’t allow a nobleman to fall to his knees before a king, and hubris, before a lord. But I didn’t have quite the same problem.

“My perfect sub.” ---