Seven Deadly Sins Pride Novels & Stories

I would have prepared for their twisted ways. The calls grew louder. Ten million. Fifteen. Twenty. Each number was a blade cutting deeper into my pride. Each shout was another chain, binding me in shame. I gritted my teeth beneath the tape across my mouth, my chest rising and falling with fury I could not release. They were not looking at a god. They did not see power, eternity, or wrath. They saw only a prize object. A rare object to buy and sell. A possession to cage and display.

She burst in like a splash of color, dark hair loose around her shoulders with oversized sunglasses perched on her head. “Please tell me you saved me a croissant,” she groaned dramatically. I smiled despite myself. “Always.” She leaned over the counter, lowering her voice. “You look like you didn’t sleep.” “I didn’t,” I admitted. Sofia was one of the few people who could see through me. There was no point pretending to be fine. Her gaze flicked past me, then sharpened. “Why is there a walking Prada ad staring at you like that?” I stiffened because I knew what she meant but I still pretended like I didn't have a clue.

I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath. Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. And Lust. All had names and pictures I didn't care to memorize. But the Sin of Pride had nothing. There were records of their operations, and my brows dipped. Was this an error? "No" I hushed, then flipped to the previous pages. This time, I looked carefully until my lips parted in surprise. In every operation, the Sin of Pride was involved. They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it.

"They say he's handsome. Too handsome for the clothes." I feel a flush creep up my neck, hidden beneath my veil. "Sister, such talk is idle. We should pray for him instead." She bites her lip, nodding, but the seed is planted. Handsome. Too handsome. I shake it off, focusing on the rhythm of scrubbing. The metal gleams under my efforts, a small act of devotion. But my mind wanders, unbidden, to the crucifix in the chapel the carved figure of Christ, his body twisted in agony and grace. I've stared at it during vespers, wondering at the humanity beneath the divine. Flesh and blood, suffering. Tempted.

I shuddered, “I am not willing to do whatever those girls do to make that sort of money! I can’t…I’m not sleeping with any man for money” His grip tightened, and a twisted smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, you think you have principles, is that it? That you’re too good for the work you’re doing? You are a useless piece of trash, a fucking nobody” I forced myself to look into his eyes, though every instinct told me to look away, to escape his rage. “It’s not about being ‘too good,’ Raffael. But I’m not going to break myself for you. I’m doing the best I can. Why can’t you understand that?”

Because he knew—deep down—that she was right. Ashley stepped closer, her voice quieter now but even more dangerous. “You lost the right to talk about pride when you crawled back to Sharon. And you lost the right to judge me when you let her into our space and acted like it was normal. So don’t stand there and pretend you're above me.” There was a cold silence between them, a silence so thick it rang in their ears. Josh looked away first. Ashley’s voice dropped one more notch, dead calm. “If there’s anyone whose pride has hit rock bottom in this marriage, it’s not me. It’s you.”

"I never expected you to turn out this way, Evelyn. I thought despite your success, you had good morals, good character. But I see it now, success has cost you dearly- your goodness, your values, your everything that was pure. I can't believe you fooled me! You already have a man in your life and there you were, asking me to stay last night. I never thought you would turn out to be like all the other girls! Desperate! Is that how you got here? By manipulating men with your beauty? You're a two timing- Oh wait, it might not even be two! There must be a number of men you're fooling around!" He continued on, unaware of his words' effect on me. Every word he spoke was like a punch to my gut. I h

The king of the Cabrine city and the sin of pride from the seven deadly sins was embarrassed? Although he felt obviously awkward, but why does it feel so adorable? He looks like a sweet little kid in her eyes for a moment.

"You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finally, you've sinned on Friday. As simple as it is ... a process." "Kuya Zion, it's like this. If you apply logic, then it just feeding your flesh. Small deeds that will lead to sin," a woman said in amazement. Zion nodded. "According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the worl

"Shit! You are beginning to get me irritated. If you are not comfortable staying here, then you are free to leave, after all I never invited you over to this Pack, so stop acting as if I tied you down here" "Ezra, I am sorry" Wow, for the first time she apologized. I am really enjoying this moment. I wish Valerie is here to see how her friend is pleading with all sincerity. I wish I could mock her right now but Jason is already doing that at her back. I held my laughter. "You know your problem? You have allowed pride to take over you and that is why you think you can do anything and get away with it. I have been so soft towards you and you keep on messing around without using your head"