Pride Goes Before A Fall Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

"How the mighty have fallen, consorting with beasts." The crew is a bright, shocked presence, a wild, living energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. "She’s a princess?" someone whispers. The question is a fierce, uncontained energy, a sharp, vivid force that fills the space with life and the thrill of risk and discovery.

Loathe, anger, jealousy, envy, lust, obsession, all these are fires that severely burn, and whoever reaches her hands out to touch its flames is ought to suffer the agony of burning. Thus, reaping what you sow. People are given the privilege to discern what is right from wrong, but it only leads them to the inference that, "What is life without a little FUN?" Before Doom was the life of those who dared to cross her path, she once had a choice.

She always took the few seconds before the fall to scan the crowd, see who bore with her through the entire show. And there he was, just a tiny spot from the almost twenty feet height, but sure enough, looking at her in awe. During the drop, she hoped he would be one of the few that had that instinct to catch her. Those were always her favorites, she loved to look right into their eyes as she halted the fall. Up close he was even more of a vision. She was a sucker for beards, and despite the fancy suit being a turn-down, she could easily see herself sucking face with the handsome bastard.

Sometimes you have to take a leap and pray that you do not fall. For sometimes, the leap is so great that if you fall, you are going to fall hard. Falling is hard, but falling hard is even harder. So if you fall, you better pray you are falling onto something soft. And something soft is what awaits me and tackles me to the ground. Isabella has me down on the grass, holding me as tight as she cans. "Yes, yes, yes, soldier! A hundred times over, yes!"

he said with a smirk. "I will appreciate it if you don't talk about the distinction in our standards especially not in the presence of your staff. I find it humiliating!" she said angrily. "If you find it humiliating, then, you have to learn to be humble. I have told you times without numbers that you are too full of pride. You need to be humble. As the saying goes, pride goes before a fall," Alpha Vicker said.

The company he had once been so proud of was about to collapse, and the subordinates who used to treat him with great respect started to find new employers. What pushed him to the brink of despair was that the bank started pressuring him to pay the loans. If he couldn't pay, his personal assets would be auctioned off. "What is he doing now?" I asked. "Trying to borrow money from everywhere, but who would lend him that much? His parents can't come up with that kind of cash either." "Has he thought about contacting me?" John let out a bitter laugh. "He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you."

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

I accepted his challenge and boarded the luxury yacht he had prepared. Ethan was dressed to impress. He stood above me, looking down. "Caleb. How does it feel, going from golden boy to everyone's plaything? You really are pathetic. My boys in prison spent five whole years working on you. Didn't think you'd actually survive. But seeing you now, it's obvious. You were always trash deep down." Five years of humiliation crashed back over me all at once. Every filthy, degrading, mocking moment. I wanted to tear him apart.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. My team members, who had followed me from Trehill, as well as the new partners we had recruited at Lextron, were all smiling with genuine pride. Here, there was no scheming or flattery. Performance was transparent, and rewards and penalties were clear. The capable rose; the incapable fell. It was simple and fair, and people could focus all their energy on creating value. Halfway through the banquet, I stepped out onto the terrace for some air. The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below.