Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

But then I always remembered, his panic-stricken face after and the fact that he hated me, just like they all did. “I’m sorry” I said as I detangled myself from him and stood straighter, adjusting my tie in the process. He said nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge the fall or the awkward moment his arms had been wrapped around me. Maybe he did this often, letting his male personal assistants fall into his arms. It hit me then! A scandal, Don involved with his male assistant, a gay relationship. It would ruin a respectable family like his. The doors dinged when we got to the ground floor. I walked after him making sure to put a decent space between us. I’ll rather fall on my butt than into his

“I don’t kneel before anyone , Irene. Not because I think they are beneath me, but because none have ever stood so far above.” The words take my breath away. He continues, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t apologize for who I was. That man died when the storm came. But the man before you now…” His voice cracks slightly. “He kneels in respect, and he swears his allegiance to you—for the rest of his life.” I take a slow breath, unsure what to say. His pride was once a fortress. Seeing it bend now feels like witnessing the impossible. Jack lowers his head. “May the Goddess judge me worthy one day. Until then, I will spend what remains of my life trying to deserve this mercy.”

Gonzalo McGruff ~~ After the fall, shame crawled up Gonzalo's throat like a bitter weed. Every eye in the bar seemed fixed on him– the fallen Alpha, sprawled on the floor like a commoner. He mumbled his apologies and felt the words scraping against his pride like a saw. There was no way he could stay. It would be way too embarrassing and wouldn't be good for his reputation for rumors to circulate the next morning about the failed Alpha Gonzalo who had turned into a drunkard now.

Rheis was perplexed as to how she could say such a thing, acting as if it wouldn't be detrimental to her health if she endured the punishment that Rheis had inflicted upon her. After that, Rheis suddenly thought of something, and the first thing that came to her mind was "her pride." Having a strong sense of pride, on the other hand, does not discriminate against a person based on their socioeconomic status in any way. ailing or in good health. Rheis had completely forgotten that even she had once been so proud of her risky choices, despite the fact that these choices often tend to have a negative impact on her outcome.

I am Gabriel Washington, I kneel for no one, except this lady who is currently on her knee for someone else. “Pride was the fall of mankind.” One of the ladies stated, her voice smooth as silk. “Get rid of the pride human, it will do you know good over here.” Persefoni tugged on my pants again, but I simply took a step away from her. Burying my hands into my pockets, I puffed my chest out. They might be the lord over these witches, but I’m no witch, so I owe her nothing. “Pride may have been the cause of man’s downfall, but risk has gotten us thus far.” She stood up gracefully. “I’m taking my risk with you by not kneeling.”

“Princess, I miss you, I miss us.” “Abe, in all honesty, I can’t deal with more right now. Our Pride is falling apart, we need to be working on solidarity as a group, preparing for the battle we all know is looming. I can’t worry about my personal life. I need you to focus on keeping the soldiers together so no one goes rogue. Can you do that?” “Of course I can, but maybe the others will show more respect to you if a strong male comes alongside you”. He slowly placed butterfly kisses on the base of her neck circling to just below her ear and whispered, “I could be that someone.”

“Elena…” Matteo smiled weakly. “You were always the brave one.” Tears burned down her cheeks. “Don’t ask me to do this.” His voice softened. “It’s not a request. It’s a release.” The alarms grew louder. The holographic lion above them began to flicker again, the golden eyes pulsing faster. Lucia shouted, “The system’s rebooting! You’ve got seconds before it reinitializes!” Matteo looked at her one last time. “Pride isn’t about never falling. It’s about rising after the fall. Make me proud, sorellina.”

It doesn’t fall alone. Along with it… falls my pride. My fight. My resilience. I give up or maybe my body gives up before my will. For the first time, my eyes lower. I watch a single tear slip from my lashes and fall into the pool of blood beneath me. It’s over. It’s all over. I’ve lost my pride, my self-respect , myself. But then something strange happens. Wait. Why aren’t they laughing? Why aren’t they cheering like the depraved beasts they are? Why is it so… silent? Silent like death itself has entered the room.