Quotes Modesty Novels & Stories

This constant change in his temperament and mood is leaving me more and more confused. “You need to take off those wet clothes before you get sick.” He scolds as his eyes scan my body from top to bottom, and I remember I’m wearing only a thin white nightgown, which at this moment reveals my panties and much of my body. I swallow hard as his retinas darken amid his cold blue globe, and protectively I try to hide my semi-nudity with my own arms. “You should do the same, Mr. Bennett,” I whisper with difficulty due to my chin that won’t stop trembling. However, his stupidly soaked white shirt reveals some thick scars on the skin of his shoulders.

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..."

One thing he didn't fail to mention on our way back to his private rooms. — The modesty of females on the continent never ceases to surprise me. - I believe. Your people don't have any,” I comment as I look at our feet on the stone floor. Mine, small and barefoot, and yours, huge and wearing black leather boots. — Why would we? Why should we hide? I open my mouth and nothing comes to mind other than a loose phrase that I've repeated so much that I think it's lost its meaning. Still, I apply as much intensity to it as I can.

He asks about what it felt like, growing up not knowing. This one lands differently. "Small," I say. "It felt small. Like I was always just barely reaching something just out of range and being told the distance was normal." I look at the window — the city outside, amber going to dark, the river in the distance. "I thought I was the kind of person who made do with almost. I thought that was just — what I was." "And now?" "Now I know that almost wasn't modesty." I look at him. "It was suppression. The full version of what I am is — larger. And it still frightens me sometimes. The size of it."

“Who, me? Do you really see me in such a philistine light, a girl whose motto is ‘honesty, openness and sincerity?’ I can’t believe you’d think that about me, Lucifer.” Her motto is basically the synonym to the straight and narrow. Personally, I think her openness is shooting over the charts. “Stop reading my body language, don’t change my words and don’t talk like me!” “Eh… that’s too much to demand. It’s quite the hassle, don’t you think? I think you should just pick one and try again, and I recommend you to pick me~” “Huh?” I don’t really get it. “And what if I pick you?”

100 "I don't know if I can pull off a maxi dress," Ava said, holding her phone up to her face. "I feel like I'll just look like a walking curtain." Kim laughed. "Trust me, you'll look amazing in anything. You're like a supermodel." "Please, I'm just a normal person. But thanks for the compliment." "Haha, the fake modesty is fooling no one ma'am" "What fake modesty?" Ava asked, feigning innocence."

I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. “Modesty,” he murmured, pulling open a drawer, “is a luxury for men who don’t look like me.” I almost choked. “You’re unbelievable.” He glanced at me in the mirror, smirking. “You’ve said that before. Usually right before…” “Don’t.” My glare could’ve melted steel. “You’re disgusting.” He just smiled in a slow, lazy and devastating manner. “And yet you’re still here, sweetheart.”

He was learning, day by day, how to be himself without hiding, without performing, without trying to control how others saw him. I noticed small things first. When we spoke to others, he did not try to impress them with his status or his wealth. If someone asked who he was, he would say simply, “I work with a foundation that helps people find work and shelter.” He did not mention his family name unless it was necessary, and even then, he spoke of it with quiet humility, as something that came with responsibility rather than pride.

He makes me feel like I've known him forever. "What are you thinking right now?" He asks. "You look serious staring at me." I smirk. "I'm just amazed by you." "Amazed by me?" His brows are creasing now. "Why?" "Because you're so simple." I answer right away. "You're so famous but you're so Scanty. You're so humble. I've never met anyone as humble as you. Everybody knows you yet here you are sitting with a girl like me on a carpeted floor."

I held back my laughter and continued, "I just said a few words about the chair, and it's considered a sign of the decline of morality! Grandma, you haven't seen the world! Don't go around accusing people. I've never liked that kind of thing! "As for manners? People without manners naturally don't understand a refined upbringing! Otherwise, how could they engage in such underhanded deeds? Grandma, you simply don't understand our upbringing, just as we don't understand yours!" After saying that, I looked at the mother and daughter with great seriousness, pretending to be carefree. However, I was sure they wouldn't dare respond. After all, it's a matter of dignity. The more one engages in thes