Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

For the first time, shame enveloped me, a feeling I'd never known before. Claire has shattered my pride. I slowly rose to my feet, avoiding my father's gaze. The weight of his disappointment hung in the air, a stark contrast to the unwavering confidence I once held. Claire had managed to breach the fortress of my pride, leaving me exposed to a vulnerability I never thought possible. My jaw tightened. "I'd get it if you want to strip me of my position. I've done everything to prove I don't deserve it anymore. Let Adriano take the lead. I'm willing to be a soldier if you'll have me."

One second of letting it land. Then he stepped backward off the Precipice. The fall wasn't what he expected. He'd imagined it would feel like failure, like punishment, like the cold certainty of a door slamming shut behind him. Instead it felt like exhaling for the first time after holding his breath for ten thousand years. His lungs expanded. His whole body expanded. The rigid, perfect, unbearable structure of Heaven fell away above him like a shell he'd finally cracked open, and underneath it he was soft and new and terrifyingly alive.

“I was under the impression werelions were the oldest big cat shifters, and until now, we thought you had all been wiped out.” A sad look crosses Althea’s face when Tawny questions her. “We are the oldest of Prides, and as far as we know… the last. I was mated to the Pride crowned prince, this is why I thought you and Arik would make a good mating.” Her eyes fall to the floor with shame. “I was wrong, I should never have-“

He forced a smile. I sighed and gave him a nod. He waved at us and crossed to the other side. His broken pride got all its pieces again. I wish that in his life no matter how many times he’ll pick up his broken pride he would learn to humble himself or else he’ll end up writing the same history, experiencing the same death, and feeling the same pain. A broken pride is better than a broken soul. When the door closed I gazed at Grip. “Why did he look normal? His head exploded before he died right?”

Chapter 49 Patricia's world crumpled right before her eyes. She had not expected this from him. How did it happened? What about her? What become her fate? Patricia should never have fallen for him. She should never have entertained pleasure when on duty and now the repercussion of her actions was glaring right back at her. Damn it! The confidence she felt earlier dissolved like a candle wax. Determined to conceal her emotions, Patricia fixed her gaze on him oblivious to the fact that he wasn't through with his confession. Her cool composure, faux to his keen eyes.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

It was more than enough. Despite his busy schedule, he always made out the time to see me in the comfort of the night. I think it was the one time where he truly felt free. He was just Dante and not Prince Dante. There was no title that shouldered and carried a weight of problems. Our relationship felt sacrilegious, almost taboo-like, considering the difference in our species, but I didn’t mind. And neither did he. It wasn’t like he, as Prince of the North American Kingdom, could openly come out and say ‘hey I’m smitten with a human girl.’

“You think you’re protecting yourself, but all I see is a man too proud to survive.” The words hit harder than she meant them to. His jaw tightened, pain flickering across his face before he masked it with anger. He took a step closer. “You think this is pride? I walked away from everything. From power, money—my name—because it destroyed people. I won’t be that man again.” Her eyes softened despite herself. “And what happens when there’s nothing left of you to fight with?” He didn’t answer. For a moment, only the rain spoke, tapping against the window in uneven rhythm.

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