Authority Of Greed Novels & Stories

He was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to attack me, but when he noticed the men behind me place their hands on their guns that were strapped to their waist, he immediately lost his nerve. He could only hiss at me in a hushed voice. "I'll make you grovel at my feet for forgiveness once I earn 500 million dollars. You've won the battle for now, but you haven't won the war. I won't keep losing! As long as I have some money with me, I'll definitely be the one standing at the top in the end!" As expected, Ethan's greed would haunt him for the rest of his life. All I had to do was quietly sit back and watch as his greed consumed him.

“I am running out of patience.” Greed visibly swallows. And through that, I know that I have succeeded in intimidating him. “Answer me. Why are you here?” Greed shrugs. “Because I want to.” “Greed!” I growl. “I figured you were stronger than Lust.” He blurts out. “The wings alone say how strong you are compared to Lust. And I knew you would give me a better position of power than Lust could ever give. So, I switched sides.” He continues. “I want power. And you will give me that. Not Lust. That is why I have come to serve you.”

“Did you have to take a loan on it?” “I can’t imagine you’ve gotten enough to pay for something like this.” His breathing turns shallow. “No?” I press softly. He shakes his head again, more desperately this time. “I didn’t take anything. Why would I,” he argues weakly, “when your father pays me well enough?” Greed. I’ve seen it before. My father. Giuliana. Even Antonio. All of them stepping over the other person to get to what they want. “Being paid well,” I say slowly, “has never stopped anyone from wanting more.”

now that he had a taste of the forbidden fruit, he wanted it all! What do you think Chandra is going to do next? If the chapter took your fancy then please do vote and comment. And if you like my writing style I could promise you another equally interesting plot in "The second marriage. "

"Administrative reimbursements. Infrastructure bonuses. Political favors. Nothing dramatic at first—just enough to smooth things over, to reward loyal supporters, to make problems disappear." Dante leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unimpressed. "Greed," he said flatly. The word hung in the air like a verdict. Roland nodded weakly, his eyes fixed on the table. "Yes. Greed. It grew slowly at first, then faster. Every committee touched it eventually. Every member found reasons to justify their withdrawals. We told ourselves it was necessary. That everyone did it. That no one would ever notice." A councilman snapped from across the table. "That's a lie! I never authorized—I n

he added in a very long litany. Everything was clear now. So greed was the caused of all these tragic events happened to us--the selfish desire to have more of something. The one that gods worshipped as ‘The Only One’ was the root of all evil. If he’s that immensely powerful, then why it was necessary for him to take the soul of children just to increase his power even more? That was way too greedy. Mammon was right. Greed is the mother of all evil.

And the same went for the fighters in the underground boxing ring, battered, broken, or killed in the ring, they were his puppets too, performing for his amusement. Human greed was like opening Pandora's box, once unleashed, it refused to shut. It only grew, deeper and more ravenous, like a black hole that couldn't be filled. And when someone's ability failed to keep up with their desires, they teetered right on the edge of damnation. Alfred was the perfect case in point, driven by insatiable greed, always chasing more. Even after pocketing enough wealth to last several lifetimes, he wasn't satisfied. He kept wagering his life as if it were pocket change.

I made sure to use deodorant and perfume because I hated terrible smells, especially from me. “Now let’s take a look at these babies,” I said, grabbing my pen from the dresser and opening the envelope. There they were. The documents that would set me free from this boring marriage and this boring life. It was not as if I didn’t already have everything at my beck and call. I did, but I wanted more. You know the saying, money is the root of all evil? No. I’m convinced now that greed is the root of all evil. But greed is also what drives people to achieve greatness, right? That’s what I told myself as I carefully went through all the documents and signed them all.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit sad that all this was caused by one person’s greed? If that king hadn’t created rogues then we wouldn’t be going through all this now.” “Then someone else may have created something worse.” I said. “It’s in our very nature to want, to desire, to conquer. And when you get to a certain point, the truth is that there are very few things left for you to desire. So, many turn to power, believing that the more they possess of it, the better things would be for them.” “You disagree.” She said, statement not a question. “Not at first,” I said, “I was blinded by grief then. Grief and rage.

"As long as you like it. The wealth and power of the Power Group are more than enough to keep you in luxury for the rest of your life without ever having to look at anyone else's face. As long as you stay obediently by my side and fulfill your duties well, then the things that originally belonged to you but were stolen by others... I can take them all back with a mere flick of my hand, making them pay a hundredfold." That steely declaration of ultimate indulgence hit Conal’s newly sparked greed like a bucket of ice water, while simultaneously tearing Edna's already twisted envy to shreds. From the hidden corner on the other side, the clattering clash of silverware revealed just how panicked