Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

My life is ruined, it's getting worse. If you think that the world is unfair, think again. The challenges you encountered are just a stepping stone to making you stronger. Just like mythology... The prophecy of the Strongest Prince who will fall for unexpected destiny. I blinked. Strongest prince? As far as I remember, Cayden is said to be the strongest prince according to Gen. Well, it's Cayden again. Haist, I don't want to think about that person. So I just read the book again. His greatest downfall is falling to the eighth month. A Sardonyx rivaled with Kryptonite. His downfall will make the community in abundance. His downfall is destined by the Gods.

"None of that would happen if you didn't try to show off. Pride goes before a fall!" And tonight, Kyle did not just fall—he was thoroughly humiliated!

This fall from grace. From the top of New York society to a holding cell in one day. Because my son had betrayed me. Because Mabel James had refused to stay buried. Because I'd underestimated everyone. I'd thought I was untouchable. Invincible. Too powerful to fall. I'd been wrong. And now I was paying the price. Sitting in a cell. Waiting for morning. Waiting for arraignment. Waiting to see how far I'd fallen. And how much further I had yet to fall.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

I was dressed in a tailored suit with neat short hair, my eyes calm and confident. There was no trace of the old injuries on my lips. I recalled myself a year ago, cornered at the company banquet, looking helpless and humiliated as I wiped blood from my nose. I remembered my colleagues’ cold or mocking eyes, the three searing slaps, and Daniel’s words, “Giving you six thousand was charity.” Everything felt like a lifetime ago, yet it was as clear as yesterday. The pain and humiliation had burned away my last illusions and hesitation, forcing me to break out of my cocoon.

he purred sexily. " Does it turn you on when you tease me? Shawn?" I stressed his name trying to piss him off by saying so. " If you keep doing this kind of stuff, I would think that you really like me. Wouldn't I?" I added stepping on his pride. " You are being too old-fashioned using the words like and love. I guess it's true that poor people's only redemption in life is falling in love." He stated calmly while smirking. " That's not what I meant..."

the fallen prince, the one glorified because of his family's fame, riches, and beauty suddenly fell into the abyss. He will never allow his daughter to go through it... he would rather swallow his pride, kneel, and beg if he had to, just to avoid a future where his daughter had to cry. The sky outside was dark and an impending rain made its entrance with a flash of lightning and roar of thunder. Outside the door stood Cade's mother, who was listening to their talk all this time. "Seth, can you spare me a little time? I have something to tell you."

“Magnus, a once-mighty Alpha, now reduced to nothing by the very forces he sought to protect his people from. His downfall is a reminder that even the strongest can be brought low by their own inner demons.” Draven nodded, his eyes never leaving Magnus. The once-proud Alpha had fallen to his knees in the clearing, clutching his head as if the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. His sobs were barely audible, but Draven could sense the overwhelming despair radiating from him. This was what true victory felt like—not just defeating an enemy, but breaking them so completely that they could never rise again.

“You’ll come when I say you can.” The denial sends a surge of frustration through me, but it only fuels the fire burning in my veins. My pride—my infamous, unshakable pride—crumbles as my need grows unbearable. Prince doesn’t relent; he thrusts harder, deeper, dragging me to the brink over and over again, only to cruelly pull me back. Sweat slicks my skin, and I’m trembling, my breaths shallow and desperate. “Please,” I gasp, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. Pride, dignity—it’s all gone. “Please, Prince. I need—”

Then, he pointed at me and snapped, "You've completely lost your mind, Renee! Do you realize how unbecoming your behavior is? You're like a shrew now, not a proper lady! You disgust me!" Marcus' words were hurtful, but I took them all in without protest. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, almost drawing blood. I was once a rose born in the mud—he was the one who'd pulled me out and washed my petals clean. He'd helped me bloom again. Yet now, I'd blossomed beyond what he could accept. So, he cut me down at the roots. We parted on that unhappy note, and I returned to the Granger residence. The heat was turned up inside, and I shuddered from the sudden change in tem