Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

"Let me hear destiny weep because it couldn't win with us. Let me hear the doors of heaven close on me because I shall continue to sin for you." I knew what he meant by sin. I could see Damien's burnt body in my eyes, the pictures on the reports, the way he had ruined Damien and his family. And I knew he wouldn't stop. Yet, I stayed here. Maybe I loved to hear the terrified noises of all the forces that failed against me.

Sin tells them, his face contorted in anger and also in pain. Greed snaps back. "You created us. You are just as deadly as we are. No, you are even worse! Then, tell me. Why do you get to live amongst the people? Why do you get to live in riches while we stay here, suffering in isolation?" "You are not suffering." Sin interjects. Out of nowhere, Pride screams out. "Yes, we are!" Sin tries his best to speak. "I have felt what suffering is, and you have not—"

MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar His heels were in motion His eyes were red Filled with undeniable fear He was limping His body filled with shivering He kept on struggling Being aware of his doomed fate Because of his faith An opposition of religion Which innovated destruction An environment where ethnicity Has disrupted ethicality And

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

FUCK! My internal struggle increased as I battle with guilt, torn between my loyalty to Lily and the forbidden desires that consumed me. It kept creating painful tremors within me without stopping. I long for a redemption, for the heaviness in my chest to disappear, but the more I try to suppress my feelings, the more they demand to be acknowledged, the more they desire to be acted upon...... DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!!

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

Somehow muffled by the distant strong wind that started to blow outside, and the sudden dark clouds from above that’s warning every one of the inevitable dangers, yet only existed to the prominent few. “The sin that is viewed as the rebellion against God, where it presumes to possess excellence and glory that belong to God alone. Wherein the danger of which is that most people are unaware of their pridefulness.” Seeking for that sin, it continues. “Greed.” Snapping her finger as the numbing and chomping noises of people eating like there is no tomorrow echo to the entire room.

“You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.” I flopped backward on the floor, arms spread like a crime scene outline, staring at the ceiling. There was no secret trapdoor. No magical portal. Just me, stuck in my own stupidity. And yet—because my brain is a traitor—there was this tiny, ridiculous spark inside me. It wasn't fear, not even regret. Something else. Pride. Like, the tiniest voice whispering: damn, girl, you really said that to him. I sat up halfway, glaring at myself. “No. Stop it. We’re not doing that. Pride gets you killed—especially with a guy like Damiano. Pride gets you shoved into concrete shoes and thrown into a river.”

“We were between a rock and a hard place, you were trying to protect your family and your people. What were we supposed to do in that situation?” “I should have killed him when I had the chance.” Sinclair grumbles. “I would have lost the throne but at least all of the people he’s murdered and tortured would still be here. It didn’t have to be me.” He shakes his head, his hands curling into fists. “It was my fucking pride, my ego – thinking it was my duty and mine alone. Trying to fulfill my father’s unfinished work.”

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”