Why Is Pride: The Deadliest Sin Novels & Stories

Estrela’s mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile– an expression of absolute conviction that felt utterly wrong on her face. “Imagine it,” Orgullo continued, his voice growing more fervent. “A world where no mother weeps for a child lost to fever. Where no soldier falls in a trench for a king’s greed. We will build a new world on the ruins of the old, and it will be perfect.” He stepped closer to the window, the moonlight illuminating the unnatural gold of her hair. “The Gods were nothing but tyrants who demanded worship in exchange for survival. I am offering survival without the cost of worship.” Inside, Estela was reeling. The logic was seductive, even in its madness. A world without wa

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

The person wants to attack everyone that is supporting me in this pack. If the person is actually after my life, such a person would have killed me long ago and taken over. Why is the heart of Man wicked and evil? I know why valorous parents are beginning to talk about this marriage so seriously. Valerie is the only child and the only pride they have. They are aging and the father has stayed long in the panthers Pack. I wouldn't know the reason why they are pushing so hard but I really need to work on my own end here. There are so many problems coming up we need to face the battle first.

The elder hated it. Because it destroyed everything he spent decades building. “You think emotional surrender makes you powerful?” he snarled. “Love weakens wolves. Pride keeps us alive.” The First Bound King stepped forward slowly now, chains dragging heavily across the fractured crystal floor. “No,” he said quietly. His silver eyes remained fixed on the elder. “Pride destroys us.” Silence spread briefly through the sanctuary. The Queen looked toward the King slowly after hearing those words. And for the first time in centuries—

He was an illegitimate child himself because his father had cheated. He was only accepted in the Revelstone family after Alexander’s legitimate wife and child died in a car accident. Unfortunately, his mother, Mary Revelstone, had already passed away. Years of hard work had taken a toll on her health. The poor woman never had a single good day in her entire life. Every time I thought about who was really to blame for her misfortune, I recalled Austin’s promises. [I will never betray Briar as long as I live. If I break that promise, I hope I die a gruesome death.]

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own soul in the process.

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

“Sin? You want to lecture me about sin, priest?” His face paled, but he didn’t back down. “There’s no worse sin than this,” he said firmly. “You, running guns, killing men, leading others to destruction, it’s worse than… than anything.” I slammed my hand against the table, making him flinch. My voice thundered. “Say it. Worse than what, Baron? Worse than you on your knees, choking on my cock? Worse than you begging me to let you cum? Worse than you in that bathroom last night, stroking yourself like a desperate whore, spilling over your hand like a sinner in the dark?”

"Dress in the black suit. The one that makes you look like you’re heading to a war room. Because when we walk down those stairs, that’s exactly where we’re going." As Roman walked out of the room to face his father, he realized the "Sinful Virtue" of the day: He was no longer protecting his family from her. He was protecting her from his family. And God help anyone who stood in his way.

He blurted out. "And that's why I never ever pray to him up there anymore. I have come to a conclusion that he has his favourite people in the world and sadly, I'm not one of them." He added with a hurtful smile. Serenity didn't say anything. Not because she didn't want to but because there's nothing she would say right now that'll change his mind, especially if he was still in this state.