Quotes Modesty Novelas e Histórias

“It means, I’ve seen bigger. And better. And they didn’t make a scene over something this minor. So why are you making a fuss?” For a moment, the room froze. Then Raina’s voice cut through like a blade. “Maybe because they’re sluts, and they don’t have self-respect. But me? I was raised with values. Where I come from, modesty isn’t a joke. And neither is dignity.” Aaron stopped unbuttoning his shirt and looked at her, not saying a word. “Besides, your eyes were full of lust and nothing more while you were standing there. If you’d actually seen better, I doubt you would’ve stared for that long,” Raina added sharply, her tone laced with frustration and indignation.

“You handled yourself perfectly in that meeting. I saw the way you spoke, the way you… commanded attention without trying to. That’s rare.” Her cheeks flushed deeper, and I caught her bite her lower lip, a subtle gesture that made my pulse quicken. She was modest, yes, but she carried confidence in her work, in her abilities, in her presence. I wanted to see her realize that herself, to feel proud without hesitation or apology.

She asked in a silly voice, "What?" "Well..." Zaden's tongue inadvertently licked the corner of his lips, and his eyes wandered as he said, "After all, I am a man. If you do this again, I won't be able to endure it." Perhaps even Zaden himself felt ashamed. When he said these words, he didn't show his usual imposing manner, but showed a rare shyness. His voice was so soft and muffled, which made Grace unconsciously tremble. What were they doing in the first place...

"But I didn’t realize humble was in your vocabulary." His grin widened, completely missing the mockery in my tone. "I save my charm for special guests." His eyes raked over me appreciatively, and I forced down the wave of disgust that rose in my throat. "You must be new to these kinds of parties. I’d remember a woman like you." "Arrogant piece of shit," Morana snarled in my head. "I know, I know you're eager to kill him too," I replied, keeping my composure. Out loud, I said, “Oh, I’m new to many things… but I always learn quickly.”

He shook his head dramatically, “It's hard sometimes…” I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "And so humble too. However, do you manage with such a heavy crown of perfection weighing you down?" "Humility is overrated," he winked, carefully hanging the dress on the door. "Besides, have you seen yourself in any of the dresses I've picked? I'd say my track record speaks for itself." His voice softened as he added, "Go on, try it on. I'll wait. Though I have to warn you – you might fall even more in love with my impeccable taste."

I said awkwardly, "I don't mind what people think of me. I just don't want to embarrass you." "I'm used to it." "What do you mean?" I was confused. "It means... Miss Chloe, have you ever been elegant?" I was speechless. Was I really that bad? But it seemed to be true. I had never been an elegant and demure lady in front of him. Right after I had promised him that I would at least pretend to be elegant, two minutes was all it took for my unfeminine side to rip through the façade. He lowered his head to continue his work as he said, "If you still care a tad bit about my reputation, get your hair tidied up at least."

Can I start first," I raised my left hand as they all nodded. I glanced slightly at the person In front of me as the only question that flashed through my mind was to know more about his personality and principles to judge the 'so-called admiration I have for him,". I cleared my throat ready to ask a question "What do you admire most about yourself or your personality?" I asked as they started mumbling about who to answer the question first. I raised my hand signifying that I will go first. "Even though I am gentle, I do not like to pretend. In short, what I like about my personality is my transparency," I explained as Quadri gave out a small clap which I scoffed at, as he winks at me.

They are polite (what a beautiful old classic) not because they are afraid of looking fools, or afraid to stumble and fall on their faces, but only because they always prefer to remain out of the eye. It is necessary - if you want to be a skilled player - to show poise and loftiness, that is, to be a little separate from the common people, to have general good manners, to be polite and attentive to others, and to be a person who can serve as an example to others. This doesn't mean being conservative and lukewarm, serious and mature, but rather that you can be funny, but don't make yourself a laughingstock. You can do as you wish; But don't lose control completely, you can relax but not slack

" The words exploded from my mouth. As he dared to talk to me like that? "Has no woman ever said 'no' to you?" He looked up, squinting as if considering my question, then said: "No, not that I remember... The tone of his voice, with an amused mocking tone, somehow disarmed my annoyance. "Has anyone ever told you that you're too cocky?" "Do you find false modesty attractive?" — No, I don't — when it came to my work, I felt as confident as I did.

“Why would you get that idea?” “I’ve seen the looks. People are looking at you like you are a big deal.” I shrugged. “I don’t know why.” She softly laughed. “I have a feeling you do know. Humility is a good thing.” “I honestly don’t know what you are seeing. I’m standing alone, unbothered. At least, I was alone.” She laughed again. “Prickly. You are not a wallflower, more of a wall cactus.” I couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t know who I was. That was refreshing. “I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.”