Swallowed My Pride Novels & Stories

He is not at the top of the chain while I struggle at the bottom. My experiences have humbled me down, and made me realize that the things that I value can easily be taken away from me. However, I still have my pride inside me. I still can’t accept that I’m just…this while the people who hurt me have been thriving and living their best lives.

that sort of thing ? * I clasp my hand against my mouth to prevent myself from laughing to death. "I'm trash . Lovely " I smile at the mirror . This plan will work , without a doubt. I think I took self humiliation to a whole different level . I'm not entirely sure if I should be proud of this or not. I walked downstairs with pride in my eyes . As soon as my dad saw me his eyes not only popped out of his sockets , but they rolled on the floor towards the furnace and jumped in the fire committing suicide .

By the time I stepped back into the room, not a single trace of the past remained. Meanwhile, George didn’t text or call, so I figured things were going incredibly well between him and Julie. Besides, he was never the type to swallow his pride and coax me. In fact, he had never backed down once in his life. Every single time we disagreed, I was always the one who swallowed my pride to make amends. Unfortunately for him, I was exhausted now, and I was done swallowing my pride.

"Maybe that's why you've never shown anyone your true form." My fists tightened. "Maybe there's nothing impressive underneath,” he continued, laughing. Adrian smiled. "Perhaps he's a defect." The word hit differently. Defect. Something inside me went silent, the wind seemed to stop, the sounds around me faded. I could hear my own heartbeat. My vision blurred. I looked at my hands, they were trembling from something I had spent years keeping buried. The black wolf smiled. "What's wrong? Did I hurt your pride?" I said nothing, as my breathing became heavier.

For months, I had been expected to accept my place at the bottom of the pack’s social hierarchy, as though rejection had stripped me of dignity. But today, something had changed. Today, I did not swallow. I spat the truth out. And as I leaned against the cold wall at the end of the hallway, closing my eyes briefly, I realized that the rush of relief I felt was unfamiliar. It felt like stepping out of a cage and realizing the door had never been locked. It felt like reclaiming something stolen. My pride, my voice and my right to exist without apologizing for it. I pressed a hand to my chest and exhaled slowly, forcing myself to calm down.

She silenced a room of killers with nothing but her words and her will. Pride. It was a foreign, intoxicating emotion that burned through me, hotter than any whiskey. She was magnificent. “Apologize to my fiancée,” I heard myself say, the word tasting both strange and perfectly right on my tongue. I was no longer playing a part. In that moment, it was the absolute truth.

The ceiling didn’t seem to mind my distress; it remained silent and unyielding, just like the woman I couldn't face today. I glanced down at myself, realizing I was still wearing the same wrinkled shirt from last night's disastrous escapades, the fabric clinging to my damp skin. My mouth tasted of sour regret, a bitter reminder of my foolishness. My pride, meanwhile, lay in tatters, a casualty of my own choices. With a heavy sigh, I forced myself to sit up and spat out a curse, “You’re a fucking idiot.” Because I was. She had laid it all out for me so clearly: "Then stop acting like the man who made them."

Becαuse of me? I swαllowed hαrd‚ trying to keep it together αs if my life depended on it‚ but the guilt cαme flooding in like α dαmn tidαl wαve‚ soαking me in this thick‚ choking shαme. Mαybe I went too fαr. Mαybe I hurt him more thαn I thought.

My stomach growled loudly at the prospect of eating something good for once. "How about you obey your stomachs first?Try and get used to this house, since you'll be staying here henceforth", he said as he turned back and left, leaving me alone inside the room with those tempting delicacies. Actually, I'm not the type who would ever lose her pride over some random foods just because I'm hungry, so I'm going to ignore the food.....I promised myself. ********* Four minutes later, I consumed everything on the table, except for a bottle of rum I ignored in order to protect my pride. I could feel the sweet sensation of the alcohol sliding down my throats and freshening up my brains.

I released a slow breath, my shoulders dropping. Well, that didn't go as I thought, but I’m so glad it went that way. I was still weak, still recovering, and if the men had decided to listen to me… I would have fallen back sick, maybe even worse. So why was I acting all bold and strong earlier? Well, my pride. It means everything to me, and I do not want the smallest stain on me. Leonardo’s words of that day kept playing over and over in my head. Weak. Weak. Weak.