The Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

“Everything is going smoothly with the collection of sins. There are a couple spirits who may be too tainted to save, though. He reported around a mouthful of pride. It was his preferred sin and honestly, he was a very proud man. He took pride in everything he did and was respected for it." As usual, we ate and left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid Hellebore and usually Lazarus, but he was playing patient to my little flame right now, so who knew when he would resurface. I gritted my teeth at the thought of how close he was to her, that bastard was way to sneaky for his own good.

The smile on her face vanished, and then she said: “If I am evil, what are you? You hated your own sister because she didn’t want to marry an heir? Tell me. Have you ever thought about what your sister’s life would have been if she had married as a betrothed? Did you think Merikh would have loved her this way if she were raised as his betrothed? All you thought of was why she didn’t marry to save your father and mother. Before you think of calling me evil, you should ask your dead parents why they borrowed money they couldn’t pay. Then ask your fucking self if you were human for hating on her. Only then can you justly call me evil.” Her words landed like knives, each sentence a blade carving

What do you even see in this boy that's not there in Fabian? Rose moved away from him as if being near him made her feel disgusted and said ”you want to know what my Andy has? He has a heart unlike this man. This Fabian who you wanted me to marry doesn't hesitate to even kill someone. Do you know the seriousness of that Dad? He doesn't hesitate to take someone's life. Andy on the other hand has not once reacted to anything even after everything that this man did. If he pressed charges Fabian would spend the rest of his life in jail. This man is a criminal. What a great choice you have for my groom. Is this what you want, for me to marry a criminal?

The envy he has for the soul that would live under the stars can be very common there. - So basically, all 7 sins that humans talk about: Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Envy, and Greed. - Great Dragon in the sky, how are we going to be able to see all this? We've already used up half the days we had.

It made me realize that even though I have taken many insults from these people because of their jealousy of my looks but I wasn't really letting bygone be bygone as all the insults I heard and received so far made it back to my mind. I was puzzled at first but then I later realised that I can never take any insult and let go. Pride is in my blood, is in our blood, the Luther blood, how can I just let go of humiliation? If not because those people were ants in my eyes I would have killed them all as all the insults I have received flashed in my mind. And I didn't kill them for another reason, which is because I want to leave a room negotiation with the Lord of this base, because once I start

“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.”

After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who lounged in his chair and, I knew fromexperience, had full use of both of his hands. “Sloth is a sin,” I said, my gaze narrowed. “So is pride,” he returned. “In fact, it’s believed to be the deadliest of themall.” Ugh. Now I had to serve him, or I was the greater sinner. I hated whoever took the time to teach this man the Bible. I dropped my fork and forced a smile. “Tea or water, D’yavol?” Elbow resting on the armof his chair, he ran a thumb across his jaw like he was thinking about it. Ahint of pleasure sparkled in his eyes at the demeaning situation he’d put me in.

She looked up at me with her beautiful grey eyes and violet freckles. The woman the world tried to break. My– “Our son,” she said softly but loud enough for everyone to hear, “is not a bargaining chip.” Fael bowed his head. “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness,” he said. “But I am begging you, both of you don’t let pride kill him.” Pride. “Did you just say Pride?” Seraphine angrily replied. I thought of blood on rain-soaked ground. Of claws at her throat. Of a bond shattered like glass.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.