Novel & Cerita Authority Of Greed

The city sparkled under the morning sun, a perfect disguise for corruption and greed. It was the reason my father bought this building. Power was important to him. At all costs. Though I couldn’t argue the benefits of it. He’d probably shit himself if he was still alive and could see how far I grew the Macklemore empire. He was always greedy for money and power.

The way he ran his autocracy led me to do things like this. “Do you know that you embarrassed me in front of my friend?” My mouth went dry. “Embarrassed you? Is that the only thing you heard out of everything I said? You forced me to marry a girl I didn't like just to satiate your greed for her father's property. You're wealthy enough to get your own gold, as much gold as you want but just because of your greed, the greed that stems from the bottomless pit in your chest, you decide to steal it. And you call him your friends? You were both using each other for assets! He doesn't care that he was embarrassed. He cares that he doesn't have a daughter to sell to another rich family for more asse

"Hm, so the player has overstepped her bounds, leaving her charge to Sloth was a bad idea... What kind of person is Greed?" "I mostly hear about him from nobles wanting to follow him, he is a very talented man, he seems to care about the people in a team from the Southern Guild, and he is also very protective of a Baron's daughter, so if you want to control him... And from the power I've seen and his academic rank, I'd say Greed hasn't fully awakened yet." "I see... Greed has appeared, so there are 7 of us now... Hmm..." "My Queen, are you worried about the Twilight of the Gods?"

He had also seen firsthand just how deep greed and obsession could run in the hearts of the living. When he spoke again, it came from the bottom of that understanding. "But none of them want what they say they want. It was never about protecting the people or keeping things fair. What they're after is the power—the kind where you can do whatever you please, control every living thing in the three realms, and decide who lives or dies with a single word.

The result sat in front of me now, overweight in the particular way of men who substitute appetite for ambition, his chin folding into itself when he spoke, his eyes carrying the permanent calculating greed of someone who had learned early that taking was easier than building. He loved to take. It was the entire architecture of his reputation. He took from weaker men through leverage, from desperate men through usury, from anyone who couldn’t stop him through whatever combination of money and implied threat the situation called for. He had come here to take from me. It would be the last thing he ever attempted.

“If I had k-known that you thought this badly of me, I wouldn't have asked you any questions. If yo-you feel everyone is as greedy and am-ambiguous as you, then you're mistaken. I wasn't taught to be greedy but content and I won't take money from pe-people just to spy on you. If you don't trust people then it's fine. Don't go about making false accusations and hurting their feelings.” Yes, he was greedy and he knows that. He doesn't need someone to tell him what sort of a greedy bastard he was. He wanted the whole good in this world to be his. He wanted all the power of the Mafia organizations to be vested in him. That's what sort of a greedy person he was and he doesn't even plan on denying

"Sometimes, I can't help but just wonder. What was it that made you lot follow him? Money? Definitely not. You had all you needed. Power? We were the Kings of Miami, all of 7 Daggers were royalty. We had the ultimate power in the underworld. So what? "Of course, it was greed. You lot wanted more than you needed. More money, more authority, more everything. You envied the position of The Vicar and Bishop and Luther. So he lured you with the prospect of being his underboss. And you followed" he paused and chuckled. "To your ruin of course" he continued and walked out from behind him.

I guess the world is still enjoying while watching our show while eating some popcorns as we become so stupid and useless. People can be so greedy when they got interested in a certain thing that no one knows about and that's because of power. I guess their president knows they can use it to gain the power that they want to have. He doesn't want to just rule a country, rather he wants to have the whole world kneeling in front of him and only that can satisfy his greedy soul.

He turned around slowly, leaning back against the edge of his executive desk, crossing his long legs at the ankles. "He has always been a coward," Lucien said smoothly, swirling the ice in his glass. "He possesses just enough cunning to realize when he is outmatched, but he is far too weak to act on his own instincts." "What about the woman, sir?" the security chief asked. "She pushed back. She convinced him that fifty thousand dollars was enough to fight back, hire fixers, and launch another scheme. She is blinding him with her greed." "Greed always blinds the foolish," Lucien murmured, his voice dropping into a cold, indifferent register. "It is the oldest weakness in human nature. People

"I’m just curious. When you’re done with her… why don’t you let me have a taste?" He said it so casually, like he was asking to borrow a book. "It’s okay," he continued. "Mafia men share pussy all the time. Don’t be so selfish." "She’s not just some pussy," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "All pussies are the same but hers— I’ve always wanted a taste.” I stood so fast my chair screeched. In one move, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the seat. “I won’t fucking share my girl with you,” I growled. “Demand something else and let’s get this over with.”