Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

"Okay. I hear you. " When we got outside, I immediately spotted Axel's car parked right in the middle of the parking lot. A white Benz drove in with startling speed, parking roughly. Was that Omar's ride? I glanced at him warily. He scratched his close cropped hair, looking slightly ashamed. "Listen, I know that I said some mean things that you are definitely going to overthink later, which is why I want you to know that I didn't mean them. I was just lashing out. " he started. "I want you to know that I'm very proud of who you are now. You've come a long way from the girl you were six months ago and I'm proud of you. So proud. You did peek out of your shell, Eva, now I want you to strut lik

she asked hesitantly, risking his wrath. He glanced at her with his eyes blood shot. John is a proud man. Coming from a rich family, all if is friends used to admire him saying that he is born with a silver spoon. Even though John never openly showed off his wealth, deep down he started feeling proud and on top of everyone. So when Julie, their class beauty started pursuing him, he immediately agreed to make her his girlfriend. He showered her with gifts and ultimately fell for her charms. All of his friends used to envy him. He had money and a very beautiful girlfriend. That feeling used to fuel his pride gradually. But everything was ruined when he learned that Julie approached him because

"Lena... She's lost it. They've got her locked in the basement, and she's screaming day and night that someone's after her. I saw her once, and she didn't even know who I was." I kept quiet. "The Winstons are history," he said, his voice hollow. "Mike's gone, the crew's split, and the bank snatched up the estate. I'm left with nothing." I gave a small nod. "Oh." He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. "Sophia, do you hate me?" I paused, then said with a clear voice, "Not anymore." He froze, shocked. "Holding onto hate is just too tiring," I explained. "I don't want to waste my strength on you any longer."

"I am jealous. I'm human. But that doesn't mean I have to bring others down to get what I want." Valery laughed softly, bitterly. "Believe me, in time... you'll change your mind. Because unrequited love can be poison. And you'll know what it feels like to want to destroy everything for one chance." Kevin stared at her intently, then shook his head slowly. "And I'll make sure, Valery... you'll regret ever saying this to me." Valery fell silent for a moment, the smile on her face fading slightly. Kevin stepped back, looking at her one last time. "You can keep underestimating others, thinking you can manipulate everyone. But I'm not part of your game."

Shea was more than a bet to me and I wanted the guys to know that. “Speaking of the bet, I wanna call it off.” I blurted out, surprising all of them. “What! Why?” Chad asked. “Did you fail to make her fall in love with you? That’s impossible, bro. You are the king of making people fall in love with you without even trying.” Brandon said as he chuckled. “No, it’s not that. It was me who ended up falling in love with her.” I told them. I got caught at my own game. It was almost unbelievable that I lost a bet.

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

'Just fall for the temptation already,' Peter groaned inwardly He was gonna dump her when he got what she wanted from her. Peter grinned devilishly when Faye hugged him back. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was too naive and he was gonna use her and then dump her. 'It seems bullying Alexandria was a good idea after all,' Faye thought happily. Peter needed someone to help him get those files so if he couldn't use Alexandria, he was gonna use Faye Archer. 'Oh Faye, you are gonna be disappointed, 'he said mentally as he giggled evilly.

“You don’t get to protect me from my own choices.” He exhaled slowly. “You’re stubborn.” “I learned from the best,” she replied. That night, Ethan lay awake staring at the ceiling. The doors were closing. But for the first time, he wasn’t alone in the hallway. PART 2 WHEN STANDING STILL IS A STATEMENT The gala was quieter than Maya expected. Not subdued polished. Controlled. The kind of event where every smile was calculated and every laugh landed exactly where it was meant to. Crystal lights hung overhead, reflecting off marble floors. Music floated through the air without demanding attention.

I, Alexander Leonard Radenor, am only a demon halfway. That’s a fact. But I am, as it turns out, a complete idiot, which, as much as it pains me to say, is also a fact—a stubborn one. They taught me so much, told me so many things, yet no! Pride brings a demon’s fall. Or is it hubris? Damned if I know. They say that pride doesn’t allow a nobleman to fall to his knees before a king, and hubris, before a lord. But I didn’t have quite the same problem.

A guard managed to land a hit, his blade grazing Wrath's arm, but the spirit barely flinched. "You'll have to do better than that," Wrath growled, grabbing the guard by the throat and slamming him into the ground. Within moments, the battlefield fell silent. The guards lay scattered, their weapons broken and their bodies motionless. Pride adjusted his cloak, stepping over the carnage without a second glance. "Humans," he said disdainfully. "Always so eager to die for rules they barely understand." Wrath kicked a broken sword aside, his smirk fading. "That took longer than it should have."