Authority Of Greed Novels & Stories

"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

His fear of turning evil from having greed for power had made him lose sight of the reason he came to rule the world as he did. Of course he knew as a dracion it was far easier to lose oneself to greed. He had experienced the excessive greed once or twice though he was always able to pull himself back and not lose focus of his goal of helping others. He smiled rly to himself. He was already greedy, he wanted to help everyone but to keep his greed in check he couldn’t help many in fact at times because of his inaction he brought more harm than good to others.

The breath that I was holding inside came out of my mouth like the leaking gas of a balloon. I was slightly taken aback but tried to look normal as I felt he was staring at me. He tried to prove himself innocent this time, didn't he? Of course, he planned it. He is already so lucky, the breadwinner but I think he wants more. People are just greedy animals. When he gets a seat to sit, he wants a bed to lay down. Greed is all about acquiring things. Acquiring money, acquiring power, acquiring attention, acquiring time and so on. The running mantra is "I want. I want. I want."

“Oh, come now. Didn’t you all see this coming?” “No!” Caius and Sloth said at once. Greed smirked, completely unbothered. “Don’t look so surprised. The line between lust and greed was always thin. I just decided to cross it.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “You two were at each other’s throats for millennia.” “Still are,” Greed murmured, “just… in more entertaining ways now.” Lust winked. “And unlike you all, we didn’t need divine intervention to figure out what we wanted.”

Gage Ashford ✮⋆˙⊹₊ ⋆✮⋆˙ I’ve always gotten what I wanted. Not because I’m some spoiled brat who throws tantrums—far from it. I’m a man of means, purpose, and flawless precision. Greed? That’s a word for the weak, for those who snatch at things that aren’t theirs by right. If it’s owed to you, if the world has aligned in such a way that it falls into your lap, taking it isn’t greed. It’s justice.

But soon… Very soon… I would be the question of this paradise. The name they whispered in their drawing rooms. The face they pretended not to know but couldn’t stop thinking about. Greed burned hot in my chest, curling around my ribs like a living thing. This wasn’t just about payback anymore. No, this was about owning something that had always been denied to me. And I’d take it. Every bit of it.

Who did he think he was? He continued to flip through his documents, seemingly unperturbed by my unannounced arrival. Fueled by pride, I refused to speak until he acknowledged my presence. But there was an enigmatic quality about this self-centered man that eluded me. While I could usually read people effortlessly, he remained an enigma, concealing his emotions. Unable to bear his dismissiveness any longer, anger surged through me. "What have you done to my brother?" I demanded, my face contorted with rage. His villainy knew no bounds, resorting to kidnapping my own flesh and blood to coerce me into accepting his outrageous proposal.

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

"So, you’re saying that everything you've done was for my own good and for the good of this family." He nodded quickly. "Yes. I swear you're the only one in my heart." "What about the perfume?" His expression froze again. "T-that was something Caroline bought herself. She was just showing it off in front of me." The lie came out so easily and smoothly, that it made my heart freeze over. Suddenly, I felt nothing but exhaustion, and with it came the quiet realization that there was no point arguing anymore. It was not worth it anymore. "You're right," I said quietly. "I am selfish. Selfish enough to want a home I can go back to whenever I want.

I straightened up from the window and turned toward him. "You promised me a nice day." "And I gave you one." "It isn't over yet." He looked at me calmly and asked, "Then what do you want?" I thought for a brief moment. Then I raised a finger as if I had made a great discovery. "I want food." "You ate an hour ago." "And I want food again." He sighed quietly. "Greedy." "I'm sick. It's my right." "That's not a convincing excuse." I walked toward him with small steps and grabbed the edge of his sleeve.