Quotes Modesty Novelas e Histórias

I started to suggest retreating to somewhere less public. "Maybe we should what?" she interrupted, her brown eyes flashing with something dangerous. "Hide? Run away? Give them exactly what they expect?" "Desi, I don't want to embarrass you," I said quietly, my cheeks burning with shame that felt like acid in my veins. "Your reputation—" "My reputation is my business," she said with steel in her voice that reminded me why the Whitmore family had produced some of the most effective diplomats in supernatural politics. "And right now, my business is dancing with the smartest, kindest, most genuine person at this entire ball."

“So. Are you going to tell me why you ran away from me in the elevator?” I choked on my whiskey. “Excuse me?” “The elevator. You practically bolted. Was it something I said? My devastating good looks? My sparkling personality?” Despite everything, I laughed. “Your humility, actually. It was overwhelming.” “Ah. I get that a lot. Women find my modesty intimidating.” “Is that what we’re calling it?” “Among other things.” His knee brushed against mine. The contact sent heat shooting up my thigh. “Though I prefer ‘charmingly self-aware.’”

I gasped. "Now you see why you obviously can't wear this out. Not even outside this room.'' "But I wear shorts way worse than this to clubs." "Those are clubs. This is someone's house. If it were your own apartment, it would be understandable." I get what he was implying. "Fine, fine, fine. Just shut up and don't try and lecture me about modesty, Prof. So you did you can't stay a little longer? Even just for me?" I said, trailing my hand down his leg.

She kept going. “Your responses were quick, which is good, but sometimes a little more deference goes a long way. A soft ‘I hadn’t considered that, thank you for the guidance’ can disarm even the sharpest comment. And when you speak about the Wade firm… perhaps frame it more humbly? ‘Small but proud’ rather than hinting at ‘scaling significantly.’ We don’t want anyone thinking you’re overreaching.” A whisper hid the weight behind each offer. Slip into clothes that vanish. Talk in ways that pull back. Shape your presence like a shadow at dusk.

she continued, her eyes roaming over me, conducting a deliberate, head-to-toe assessment "Respect for the deceased takes precedence over my wardrobe choices" My gaze swept over her, lingering on her exposed cleavage with an unimpressed expression "All that wealth, yet so little elegance," she said, her words punctuated with a scornful chuckle "Moderation is elegance, don't you think? And frankly, high-value men prefer subtle charms, not... unveiled temptations. Now, if you may excuse me, I'd rather not be seen conversing with someone of your...social standing"

“That’s all it takes now, huh? Someone gives you a smile and a dog treat and suddenly you’re ready to spread your legs?” My jaw dropped. The words hit me like a slap. I sat there, frozen. Heat rushed to my cheeks—not from embarrassment, but from shame. Humiliation. Not because what he said was true. But because it couldn’t have been further from it. I had never been that girl. I was raised to be modest. Graceful. Controlled. To keep my knees together, my head down, and my name unblemished. There were rules for girls like me—spoken and unspoken—and I had followed all of them.

she replied, her voice calm and gracious. She wasn’t the type to let compliments go to her head, nor was she the type to brush them off with false modesty. Instead, she accepted them for what they were—kind words from someone who didn’t have to say anything at all. And for that, she felt a little more seen, a little more at ease.

I responded, dismissively. “That isn't safe. There are many men in there, passing by. Besides, that might make your hotel come off as unprofessional to customers. I understand you're trying to be modest but there's no need to be modest with me when we both know you definitely want and need this. You can jump on the offer, that doesn't make you seem like a lady without value, since it's something you need. Besides, you didn't ask, I'm just offering it.” I let out a sigh, shaking my head. “It's just-”

Right in their arms. I’ve got way more better things to do when it comes to finances. "And I won’t waste that on you. "You should keep reading. So you mean you’d get notified about my whereabouts? Exactly he nodded. "Public appearances hell No. I laughed. "I mean this is too much, you weren’t even been considerate. Look at this, so what the dresses I put on , are not okay. I dress modestly, not even compared to your maids. The mode of dressing are very important, he cut me short.

I know how to be shy, hubby, but just a little bit, my Mommy taught me how to be shy. "Why should I be ashamed? What I'm saying is true, because you shouldn't be ashamed. I mean, you shouldn't be ashamed if it's true, you should even be proud, right?" "In other words, you look really thick!" He said and took a glass that was placed on the table. Is it just Ken who has juice and I don't? He drank it, I could see him swallowing because I was right next to him. I think it's that Adams apple that attracts me! What do I give or not?