Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

Chapter Nine- Under The Table Sins Part Three every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my legs for my mother's husband! ~♧~• Pleasure is a sin.

"What?" "Neither button does anything, Nathan. They're props. The trial wasn't about which one you'd choose. It was about watching you realize you're not as smart as you think you are." She knelt beside me. "Pride. That's your flaw. You believe your calculations are more valid than others' emotions. You betrayed Maya because you calculated she was too damaged to save. You shot Elijah because you calculated it was necessary. You manipulate everyone around you because you know you know better than they do."

"I'm really sorry if I offended you in any way, Your Majesty.” He hadn't offended me in any way. In fact, he knew very well that he had managed to shake structures that I didn't even know had been erected in my heart. I just wanted me to speak out loud. But that was still a limit I couldn't exceed. Not within Octavius' territory. Not knowing that in every life I chose the sin of pride, when the sin of lust was able to suffer and cry for me. I watched his hand holding my wrist, avoiding at all costs to look into his eyes.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"You are the pride of me and the Xylvaneth Pack. To hope for you, to touch you, or even to think of you in the wrong way is an unforgivable sin. That's why I will defend your dignity no matter what, even if it means risking my life." *

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

The political weight of accepting that bond in that room, in front of those witnesses. You calculated it wasn’t worth it, I said. Yes. And then I committed to the calculation publicly because pride demanded it and I had made the decision before I had finished making it.’ He said it without softening. ‘That is what happened.’ Pride, I said. Yes. You destroyed someone’s life because of pride. Yes. I had expected defensiveness at that. Some form of it the political context offered as mitigating evidence, the incomplete information about the bloodline presented as explanation. He gave me none of that. Just: yes.

I glared at him, "You-" "All it took were a few misogynistic assholes who couldn't bear to answer to a gay and deemed you highly unfit to rule. That's all it took to turn them all against you, I persuaded them into believing that you were the enemy, and trust me that was the easiest shit I have ever done after you spread your ass again for De Luca." He walked closer to me, I glanced at his injured foot, the one that I had shot. And as he was about to say something again, I slammed my shoe into his wound, making him bend over and hiss in pain.

Dante said quietly. “It was Sophia.” “That doesn’t eliminate risk.” I turned to face him. “She was worried about me.” “And now someone knows she still has access to you.” His tone wasn’t angry. It was controlled. “She doesn’t ‘have access’ to me,” I snapped. “She’s my best friend.” “And that makes her leverage, they might get to you through her.” The word hit hard. “She’s not leverage,” I said firmly. “She’s innocent.” He sat up slowly. “Innocence doesn’t protect people.”