Authority Of Greed Novels & Stories

But that was going to change tonight. Jayn and I sat in a sleek black car talking as we waited for orders. Jayn who was my supposed partner in crime tapped her fingers on the wheel and smirked. "You think we’ll ever get Musk-level rich?" I snorted. "What? so we can build a rocket and escape this dumpster fire of a planet?" "Exactly," she said grinning. "Or at least buy a private island where no one can shoot at us." "Tempting," I admitted. "But if I had that kind of money I’d buy every single company that makes pineapple pizza and shut them down."

It’s my devil sister. “What’s up Savi?” she said on the other line. “Get me straight Taliah. You need something.” “Yup. Can you send me money. We are having a party in school,” she said as if I just can vomit a money and give it to her. “Tell me how much.” “A hundred thousand will do.” I ended up the call and send money to her account immediately. I scroll in my I*******m account where people always request for a new design. They don’t know who’s behind that account but they trust it. I’m making a good money because of this talent. I even had a separate bank account where my husband are not aware of.

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

And it's true, Veto is the living proof of that. I witnessed him turning from a loyal and humble dog to a greedy and sly fox. I had saw it with my own two eyes how he had killed the King Lycaon. How his eyes were filled of greed, envy and hatred as he strike the late king with his swords and how his mouth moves upward when he saw King Lycaon bleeding in his feet. That's how people can easily change the moment they give in to their greed. The Gods are right. Greed is power.

Best wishes from a good karma hunter xxx Riiiiight. Where’s the catch? I read it a few times again before realizing there was no catch. I’ve learnt over the years to be careful of every pretty face. There have been some close calls. My status and wealth attract fame and fortune hunters. Anyone I ask on a date are quietly vetted beforehand to avoid any media disasters that could impact the value of the company’s shares. This woman whoever she is, has left no name and no number for any sort of reward. She was here in my penthouse, she would’ve worked out quite quickly that I had money, and only had to do a quick search of my wallet to find my details, then a quick internet search to wo

Her fear increased when she realised this was what he had planned. “What happened to you, Andrew? Once you use that thing, there’s no going back. You can end this right now and fix everything the right way—” “I lost my biggest account, Nic. I had fucking made it. People were interviewing me, lining up to work with me. Now it’s all gone because you had to open your fucking mouth,” Andrew snarled. “You don’t get to do that and then prance off with your rich boyfriend getting everything you want.”

Lucas looked pale, his mouth opening and closing, trying to form words that wouldn’t come. Cassian rose slowly. The motion was deliberate, unhurried. His eyes swept across the room, cold, unshaken, untouchable. When he spoke, his voice was calm, but it carried enough weight to silence everyone. “Seventy percent,” he repeated softly. “That’s the difference between ambition and authority.” He looked directly at Lucas as if lecturing him… “You can borrow titles. You can inherit wealth. But power…” He leaned slightly forward, his gaze turning razor-sharp. “Power is earned. And tonight, you’ve learnt how easily it belongs to me…”

“Yes, Dr. Cole.” “Does it frighten you?” Her body betrayed her with honesty. “No.” “Does it comfort you?” “Yes.” He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, steady but firm. The weight was grounding, intimate, impossible to ignore. “Your body responds to authority,” he said. “That isn’t weakness, Evelyn. It’s truth. Some bodies crave to be guided. Some souls heal only through surrender.” Her breath hitched. “I want you to say it,” he ordered. “Say, My body remembers. My body surrenders.”

He said facing us again. The world? Like the Priestess had wanted ancient powers, he wanted to claim the world instead? "And what does that have to do with my commander?" Amelia yelled. "Everything, how do I have the world to myself when all the Alphas are still alive?" Alpha Alaric snapped. "If they still live then I'm nothing but one of the pack Alpha, which I detest, I want something more," Greed. He was greedy too, he was clouded with his greed and would do anything to satisfy that. How did they all turn that way? Or had they been that way from onset?

A graveyard full of grudges. What a spectacular waste of human existence. All that blood. All that pain. All that suffering. All that future therapy. For absolutely nothing. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive them for everything they’ve taken from me. Maybe if it was only about revenge and hate … but it was more about greed. Why didn’t he try to get his kids the help they needed … rather than using them to accomplish his own stupid dream? Ruling The Circle. Power … greed … hate … are not good emotions. Honestly? They should come with warning labels.