Lion Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

He then caressed her hair softly. When Anna stared at him, she saw sincerity in his eyes. She took a deep sighed and smiled. “That's why you need to lower yourself sometimes. Pride is not an answer, it’s all about patience.” She stated. He licked his lips and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead before staring at her small pretty face. He tightened his grip more, not wanting to let her escape anymore. He then chuckled. “I am the sin of pride, a prideful man, yet I was able to apologize to you. Does that mean that I’m forgiven?”

So trust me when I say that Sin's taking out a man like Fabian did the world all a favour. " Really?" I scoffed: "Like Sin isn’t any different from him. After all, he happens to be their boss, which makes him the biggest scumbag in the world.” The fury in my eyes is visible. I was pissed. pissed at the world, pissed at what had happened, pissed for having let sin win. I was pissed at myself for still wanting his touch. Maybe you are right, or maybe not. But you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Sin might look cold, intimidating, and emotionless, but trust me when I say he has a heart, one you are yet to unlock."

What a joke! How many men in wealthy families weren't deceitful or hypocritical? They loved to highlight their wealth by belittling others' poverty, their nobility by emphasizing others' lowliness. They used the smallest act of charity to showcase their supposed grandeur! Crushing others' dignity to build up their own pride was a primal instinct in men like Lionel! No amount of ointment could hide his ugly soul! Back in her room, Chloe stared at herself in the mirror. The swelling on her forehead was quite visible. She pulled her bangs down, managing to cover part of it.

Ava's voice is laced with concern. Sophia sits up quickly. She takes off her sunglasses and looks sheepishly at us. Ryan and I like to play pranks on each other. We have for years. And there have been some really good ones. Sophia looks over at me. Now is not the time to reminisce, but she's right. There have been loads of them. And well, I kind of thought— She rubs her hands nervously together. that I would prank my brother with the biggest prank I have ever pulled off.

“Everything is going smoothly with the collection of sins. There are a couple spirits who may be too tainted to save, though. He reported around a mouthful of pride. It was his preferred sin and honestly, he was a very proud man. He took pride in everything he did and was respected for it." As usual, we ate and left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid Hellebore and usually Lazarus, but he was playing patient to my little flame right now, so who knew when he would resurface. I gritted my teeth at the thought of how close he was to her, that bastard was way to sneaky for his own good.

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

(beat) Sofie: “…Wait. Who?” Brinda: “Brad, my fiancé.” Sofie: “No. No way.” Brinda (flat): “My sister.” (Silence. A bulb kept flickering.) Brinda (voice cracking): “I walked in and I saw them. She looked right at me… and didn't even flinch.” Sofie: “Jesus Christ…” Brinda: “I left everything. My bag. My ring. My whole goddamn life. He fucking dragged me out of his home like a slut.”

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

"Do your siblings and Dad know you are here? Drinking with a stranger? I should inform them first—" I clenched my fist. I wished I was drunk so I would have an excuse to punch him right now. He had an annoying smile on his face, which I would love to wipe. "Do it, and I will give you the worst wedding night," I said, cutting off his words. The alpha attempted to shiver. "Oh. Threats. I like it when you bite like that. It turns me on. You look the total opposite of the lamb I know. Or is it even a facade so that your brothers will know you are indeed a lioness?"