Swallowed My Pride Novels & Stories

"None of that would happen if you didn't try to show off. Pride goes before a fall!" And tonight, Kyle did not just fall—he was thoroughly humiliated!

That smile that used to annoy me yet suddenly made my day. I'll try to keep that smile on your face, Amaya. Soon whenever I'm sure and brave enough to talk to you about my feelings when I don't have this monster inside me already. I will be there confessing my feelings to you because you're the pride I don't wanna get touched. Just looking at you right now made me calm down and satisfied. Indeed, what I need is someone that will change me naturally. Not forcing me to change or demanding me to do so.

Why did I succumb to such a lifestyle tonight? No wonder he called me foolish. I pressed my lips together, my jaw tightening. He had no right to call me that. I won’t let this slide. Guys like him didn’t take you seriously if you give them a single inch. And I had practically handed him everything. My pride burned hotter than the embarrassment now. “I hate you for this,” I muttered under my breath. His gaze lifted slightly. “Good.” He stood there looking calm and so unaffected. “Let’s keep it that way.”

“And she will not become Lunα. Do you αgree?” My throαt tightened αs feαr finαlly swαllowed whαtever pride I hαd left. “Y-yes‚” I murmured. “Whαtever you sαy.”

I groaned softly into my palm. Shame crawled over me slowly, swallowing me whole. I was still shamelessly aching for him.

But again, I manage to exercise self-restraint. Rage won’t serve me here. I need them. And if that means swallowing my pride and lowering myself for a moment, so be it. “You wouldn’t happen to have a minute, would you?” I continue, the soft smile still fixed on my lips. “I’d like a word—”

The soup dribbled into her mouth, and she gagged, trying to turn her head away. "Swallow it," I commanded, my voice dangerously low. "Or the next spoonful goes up your nose." She stilled, her body trembling with rage and humiliation. I saw the moment she broke, the moment the animal instinct to survive overrode the pride that was starving her. She swallowed. "Good girl," I murmured, the praise a violation in itself.

My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard, trying to moisten it, but the lump in my throat remained. My thoughts were a jumble of panic and self-reproach. Why had I thought I could do this? Why had I left my hiding place? The confidence I had tried to build up crumbled like a sandcastle against the tide, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The memory of Joshua’s mocking smile played in my mind, a cruel reminder of my earlier humiliation.

The hurt, the disappointment, the quiet heartbreak blooming inside me like something poisonous. I swallowed it all down, held my chin high, and kept standing there… ...trying to pretend like my world hadn’t just shifted underneath my feet.

“A man who can’t feed himself is a man ready to die in the hands of his enemies.” "Word," I drawled with a nod, assessing him all over again. Maybe he wasn't s bad afterall. And as I brought the cutlery with food to my mouth, I realised, just how he managed to comfortably carry his pride and be so arrogant all the time. It tasted so delicious, I found it hard to suppress a moan. I blinked at him, feeling the weight of those words, and muttered under my breath, “No wonder you’re so arrogant.”