Proud Novels & Stories

He teases you, making you give him a sharp look. “I mean it. I think it's really great that you found a passion and are so close to achieving your dream. I'm really proud of you.” I say. Then I immediately flush with embarrassment. 'I'm proud of you'? What am I, his grandmother? I have no right to say I'm 'proud' of him. That implies that I have some kind of investment in his life.

Something possessive and violent. Mine.

Adrian said watching Dominco,he knew Dominco was eating at himself for jumping into conclusions, "I told her, because she deserved to know,I would never have hidden anything from you guys because you were all I have,and you hating on me didn't make me happy…I'm a proud man son,I had to turn your hate to ambition and now look at you,do you know how proud I am of what you have become,and trust me to always say I made you the man you are today?" 'cocky dick' Dominco thought in his heart as he watched Adrian with a smile on his lips,he knew the conversation will never end in any heartwarming talk,he was already expecting it, "Your p

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Needed. Loved.

It was the way she carried herself, chin lifted, shoulders steady, eyes clear, as if the pack hadn’t spent years trying to grind her into something small. She didn’t look small. She looked like a woman who had been bruised and still chose to stand. And I felt something tight and hot settle in my chest. Pride. Real pride. Not the shallow kind that came from winning a round. Not the loud kind that needed clapping and praise. The kind that came from seeing someone you cared about refuse to bend, even when the world demanded it.

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I can’t see anything behind these layers of guilt, shame, and disappointment I feel for myself. The waves of anger which radiates from the hulking body a few feet in front of me doesn’t do anything to help, he is only making it worse. If Adrian is this furious, how about mom? Oh God. ****

Mom: if you claim you love this girl, then do what would make her happy Me: what if I can't. Mom: what if you can? I sighed Me: should I make you proud? She smiled Mom: at least, for once. Make momma proud by doing the right thing I chuckled quietly