Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” I hated that I was doing this. Hated that I was lowering myself before him. But I did it anyway. I bent down, still clutching my baby, and pressed my forehead to the floor. “Please. Please, have mercy on Andrei. Don’t kill him like this.” I expected the King to refuse, but when I looked up, I found that he had approached me, lips curving into that gleeful little smirk that I had come to know so well. Pride. That was always his greatest sin, wasn’t it? In this madman’s pit of hell, amongst the visions he had seen in these putrid waters, one always stood out above the rest. His ego. A vision of himself wearing a crown made of glass and lies.

I started, “a bunch of your asses were saved by the very man you want me to replace. He fought with us and protected this pack and its pack members. Aric is one hell of a beta, and I will not judge him based on the sins of his asshole father. Would you have tried to boot out Sinclair? She set up the security plans. We weren’t finished setting them up either, because of the traitors within the warriors. There were more traitors among your ranks. Do not question my judgement about Aric or Sinclair. If you do, find another fucking pack.” Sinclair’s mouth was opened in shock. Aiden and Dad started clapping and stood up. Kaia then stood up and spoke, “Let me be clear too,” she said. “Sinclair is

God, my feet. ​I looked down. Water and watered-down blood were pooling off my soles, staining the thick, luxurious black floor mats. ​A fresh wave of deep, agonizing shame washed over me. I was ruining his car. Just like I had apparently ruined Leo's life by being so painfully boring. ​"I'm sorry," I whispered. My voice cracked. I sounded like a dying animal. "I'm... I'm bleeding on your mats. I'll get out." ​I actually reached for the door handle, some delusional part of my brain thinking I could just walk home in the storm.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

For several long minutes, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they refused to say. Finally, Damien exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “We’re going to get caught one day,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “And when that happens, my father won’t just kill you. He’ll make sure we both suffer in ways you can’t even imagine.”

"Don't be ridiculous. You know very well what I'm talking about." "I'm scared, Al," I sigh heavily. "Oh! Come on! Chris, take a risk! You're young, beautiful, successful, sexy, the perfect combination to turn any man insane. You must get over the past; it's been years since that incident. Meanwhile, that bastard is happily married; you are living with the shame of having been dumped the night before your wedding. No one ever judged you or looked at you with pity for what happened; it's a self-imposed stigma. Don't let this chance pass you by; it may be the only one; it will ever come your way," she accuses me, and rightly so.

One should commit the sins healthily. Feel greed, but don’t be too greedy. Be greedy enough to live a comfortable life not a luxury life which comes by snatching others comfortable life. Have pride, only when you achieve something. Show wrath when some one wronged you. Be jealous and make that jealous as your motivation and work hard. Lust, show your lust to the one and only person in your life. Be lazy only when there is no work. Eat, when you are hungry. But Louis Beatrice’s body was filled with all these sins which were irredeemable.

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.”

At this point, he turns to look at Sin, who is now conscious and seated on the floor at the edge of the wall with blood covered all over his face. “Sinclair, he tried to murder me, because he was angry that our father crowned me the supreme ruler of the vale instead of him, I've always been much stronger than Sinclair, its impossible to kill a man like me, and out of anger I banished Sinclair from the vale, never to return with the penalty of death.” “All these years, Sinclair has tried to play the good guy and hide the real him from everyone. He has spent years trying to paint himself as the good guy, but he isn't who you think he is.” He explained to us.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.