Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

Her hold turned more rigid around his arm and then Nina shifted her eyes back at Cain's mother. “The relationship we both have with each other is trust. That sinless trust which never dares to cross those forbidden boundaries between us which you are accusing me of crossing with him, Mrs Solaene,” Nina spat at Niley. Anger was boiling in her veins. “And I know being his mother, you are definitely going to trust your son over everyone just like I trusted your son over him last night when he clearly tried to warn me about how he had seen your son cheating on me with another girl but I refused to trust him because I used to trust your son blindly,” Nina continued to reveal everything to everyon

"You understand the damage that does to a man in my position." "Your pride is hurt," I said. Something moved across his face. Fast and gone. "My standing is damaged. There's a difference. Pride is personal. Standing is structural. It's the thing that keeps forty years of loyalty intact, that keeps men doing what they're told because they believe it matters. When it cracks, everything built on top of it becomes uncertain." He stood up slowly, straightening his jacket. "I built something over four decades that most men in this world couldn't dream of. And in one month, your marriage announcement chipped the foundation of it."

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

I know where this is going but I didn't think much of it because I have no idea what he was thinking. He continued. “Pride has a strange way of convincing us that we’re always right. It whispers that apologizing is weakness. It tells us that power is more important than people.” His voice remained steady. “But pride lies.” I lowered my eyes. Every sentence felt familiar. Not because he was telling our story. Because I knew exactly where those words came from. “There are moments in life when someone stands beside you through your worst days. They don’t ask for recognition. They don’t ask for applause. They simply stay.”

Fisting my cloth before my chest I bit my lip before adding " Sins don't have explanations, Mr. Wright. " " What bloody sin have I done you are talking about? " He questioned in his best low tone and not to sound intimidating but he did. Clenching my fist I turned to face him. Slamming my index finger on his chest I said " How can you forget your own doing huh? It was a sin coming into contact with another woman when you had a girlfriend! It was a fucking sin sleeping with me when you had a girlfriend! Cheating was a sin! It was a sin when you promised me things which you never meant! You proposed to me and confessed your undying love to me and the next minute you got engaged to another woma

I hate it so fucking much, and it makes me so fucking mad because there's no denying the reason behind it. I know exactly why Sinclair with another girl other than me breaks my heart, and I hate myself so much for it. I did a stupid thing. A stupid mistake that I shouldn't have made. I allow myself get too addicted to him. I like him. I like Sinclair's Leovough. I've fallen for my brother's best friend, and the worst part? I broke a rule.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

Right. It isn’t just anybody who got possessed. It’s … God. He whispers, swiping his tongue over his top teeth. Only Father Khatri can make the embodiment of everything holy sound so sinful and dirty. But it isn’t his fault. Just a single thought of Matthew McPherson, Father Khatri nearly ejaculates down the leg of his trouser, his cock forgetting every single vow he took before he was ordained as a priest. Unable to help himself, he hugs his dick with his hand, the black cassock covering it doing jack-shit to protect his dark secret…his shame.

Serenity, "Moon Priestess," Levante said, his voice low but sharp. "Define Child of Sin." The Priestess met my eyes. The other priestesses in robe, looked puzzled but quiet behind her. Her deep blue gaze held no warmth, only judgment. "A Child of Sin is one born without the Moon Goddess’s blessings. Only her wrath remains." My stomach twisted violently. Wrath? The word echoed in my mind like a curse I had carried without knowing its name.

They saw it as a normal thing to do, so far as they perform their duties. And again, the news might not come out. Sin was powerful enough to stop it from spreading. He was a king and not an ordinary werewolf. It would be a scandal if the news got out, and it might taint his image as well. I didn't know which would happen, and I didn't care. What I didn't want was pity directed at me. Rolling to my side, my eyes caught a framed photo of Sin and me. I grasped it and tossed it across the room.