Pride Goes Before A Fall Novels & Stories

Could she trust this strange emotion? Determination rose within her, a tide pushing back the fear. Tonight, she wouldn't be just a nameless slave. Tonight, she was Anya, and she was going to take a chance. As the clock struck midnight, the oppressive silence of the sleeping Volkov compound settled in. Anya, cloaked in the darkness, navigated the maze of corridors, her senses on high alert. The faint glow of the device in her palm provided an unreliable compass, leading her deeper into the heart of the Volkov fortress. Each creak of the floorboards, each distant cough from a sleeping guard, sent a jolt of adrenaline through her.

A/P "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. Pain is temporary, Quitting lasts forever." ~A/N

He said. " I am a man of my words and will keep it. Don't you dare come back begging me to take yob back. When you'd be on your knees then my interest in your might be lost by then” he went on, each word carved in pride even as he bled humiliation. I stared at him in bewilderment at how proud he was still standing despite what he stood before and the date of the adversary, as if pride alone could shield him from breaking. His humiliation and all that marked his downfall and yet he couldn't learn.