Lion Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

It was as he said, and everyone in the hospital knew how I doted on my daughter and clearly despised that boy. Tina soon recovered as well and wailed at me, "If you don't like the boy, you can just give him to me! I can't bear a child, I could only dream of having one! How could you be so cruel!?" Even though her words were earnest and even brought some of the bystanders to tears, I simply smirked at them and clapped at Tina when she finished. "Oh, that's a line to remember," I laughed. "You really deserve an award, but unfortunately for you, I was prepared, or you might really have won."

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

“You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.” I flopped backward on the floor, arms spread like a crime scene outline, staring at the ceiling. There was no secret trapdoor. No magical portal. Just me, stuck in my own stupidity. And yet—because my brain is a traitor—there was this tiny, ridiculous spark inside me. It wasn't fear, not even regret. Something else. Pride. Like, the tiniest voice whispering: damn, girl, you really said that to him. I sat up halfway, glaring at myself. “No. Stop it. We’re not doing that. Pride gets you killed—especially with a guy like Damiano. Pride gets you shoved into concrete shoes and thrown into a river.”

I lean against the backrest of the chair, fingers interlocked on my chest as I wait for another nonsense. He shakes his head. “Have you gotten your memories back?” I assessed him with raised brows. “Not really, just little flashbacks.” “I think that should do.” I hear him mutter under his breath before he tilts his head to meet my gaze. “Did you know why you always lead your group of friends to pick on her in crescent high?” I hiss. I can't remember. “Just normal impulse and hatred.” And yes, I believe in hating someone without reasons. It's normal too.

I was reaching just over his shoulder, and I sensed all the tears that were pouring out of his eyes were there as well. “I understand.” “You don't.” Sin muttered. “I know you think I am cruel, but it isn't my doing.” “I am aware of that,” I replied, rubbing his back. Sin's eyes locked on mine. He shook his head a while later and glanced away. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't myself, and I won't promise to not do such again. Because the moon's disappearance influenced my behaviour.” “Why didn't you say something about it sooner? I'll understand.” I mumbled, staring into his eyes.

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.

Do I even like that man? “Eeewwww... No! How can I even think such a thing, am I insane?” I let myself fall heavily on the chair back, I screwed it up too badly, I admit it. I have to do something to win her forgiveness. Before I even begin to do my duties, I open the internet browser and purchase two VIP tickets for the Lion King Musical, it is her favorite, I have lost count on how many times she has made me see it, but it does make her happy, I request to have it sent to the office on her name at 10:00 am. Quickly I search for the number of the nearest florist shop and call it from my cell phone. “Good morning Magnolia Florist.”

"Well I did it. Mixed Chaos in the energy of the rouges, and they regain temporary sanity but they are corrupted. But it was all to save my mother Lilith and bid time I As they were speaking more they felt a shift in the air. Especially the five since they know this aura. Almost the same as the Moon Goddess yet pure darkness and seduction. And another that Lucifer recognizes the most. One of his generals, THE SIN OF PRIDE. From the shadows emerge both Lilith and Cassius.

Pride is one of the greatest human sins. The man was almost sure that in front of him was a witch who arrived in the West Bank on the eve of the full moon. However, this was easy to determine. The full moon will rise the day after tomorrow, then it will become clear whether the soul of this innocent-looking girl is pure.

Lisa shook her head, “You may not have forced him to do it, but judging from Mike’s character, he’ll get that perfume since he’d promised you. If he cannot fulfill his promise, he’ll only end up as a laughingstock.” “It’s that bad?” Lily asked hesitantly. “Of course! Men are prideful, especially people like Mike. Their pride is everything!” Lisa emphasized. “Gosh… It’s my bad for not considering that. The next time I see him, I’ll make sure to let him know that I’ve changed my mind,” Lily could only do it the next time they meet. It would be awkward if she went to him now and said, “Hi, I was only joking about that perfume. Why don’t you give me a few million in cash instead.”