Ban El Zorro De La Avaricia Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and waited for what possible evil things he could do to me. His fingers ran on my scalp’s surface. It tickles me, but still, the fear I have of him has never perished. “Don't you ever forget who you are married to, my wife. It's the richest guy. I am Eldifonso Suarez. I can buy you clothes, jewelry, and even a life that is more precious than your existence. I will make you the most valuable wife ever. So don't worry about your cheap and unworthy possessions in your poor little house, because everything you need is literally here.”

His tone always carried a lofty arrogance and conceit, mixed with insidious malice. "Nothing at all, Alpha Ron," someone replied. "Did you put the bonus too far away? This hunting ground is so vast, and it's nighttime. None of us have seen it," another werewolf continued. "I caught a big tiger! Alpha Ron, I bet your bonus isn't more valuable than my big tiger!"

what were you going to do if you actually caught the poor creature” “Make a pelt out of his bullseye tail of course.” I continue laughing at his twisted sense of humor. “Yeah you think that’s real funny now, but it’s about a two hour ride back to the estate, and I’m starving honey.” Both our bellies rumble out and we continue giggling at the irony. “So are you telling me that you just went chasing after a rabid steak stealing raccoon with your dick flailing about into the sunset just for a pelt in attempt to restore your dignity?”

"The exchange is about to close, and these people are still lining up. Their addiction must be strong..." "A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it by proper means," Carl replied. "If someone is obsessed with getting rich overnight, they'll always look for opportunities and believe in rumors to take a gamble." "That's true. Many people's greed is endless." Amelia withdrew her gaze. "Just like this gambling and organ trafficking incident—if their greed hadn't overcome their reason, none of this would have happened." "Boss!" Elijah rubbed his little belly. "My tummy is growling." Amelia looked down: "Elijah, is your tummy rumbling?"

she concluded. “You have a point." The room was filled with silence afterwards. The weight of what she said rested invisibly on the space. Sandro was notorious for his ability to gather deep information about people, especially people of high profile and status. But he had a flaw, he was a greedy individual who had nothing like loyalty in the dictionary of his life. He would gladly turn his back against someone who gave him an assignment once he finds someone who offers a higher amount. “We should consider another option then?" I said to Carmella.

Anna was still part of the Lazaro family, but this married son-in-law didn’t have to hide his feelings for being trash. “I’m nearly sick of eating such delicacies,” Esteban replied in stiff English. Everyone who heard Esteban’s words laughed. “You’re such a delusional idiot, trash-in-law,” Marcella sneered at Esteban. Esteban raised his head and smiled at everyone. “A rich heart is more priceless than any other asset. It is what makes a person genuinely wealthy. Being rich isn’t about money.” Everyone stopped as if an angel had passed by after Esteban spoke. No one dared to interrupt. Anna smiled secretly. That’s my husband.

“Lanza Sagrada” In the human world, things go awry, but laughter and music are still heard in entertainment venues. The God of Fire León de Fuego stood at the gate of a luxury restaurant, suddenly beggars surrounded him: "Please give me some money, my wife and children are going to starve." “Please give us some food.” The Fire God León de Fuego whispered to the beggar kneeling on the ground: "Follow me into this restaurant, I will feed you." The beggars were not able to enter the restaurant when a waiter stopped: “Is this the place for you to enter? Go out now! Get out now!” “I invited them in.” The God of Fire León de Fuego hands the money to the waiter. "You can't enter this place with mon

Only cursed souls are those that are not affected by the Ultima Wolves' eyes, so it is easy to tell whether that soul is cursed or not. He said nothing in reply and walked away towards the pack house, from where the shadow was moving with lightning speed. Looking at the claw marks on the ground, one could easily guess that he was a Vanara Pack's spy. But it is difficult to explain why he had come here. Zeta Eli sat on his knees and, with his hand, began measuring the claws that appeared to be a werecat in the dirt.

It's a gift to myself, a reminder and a cause for celebration, acknowledging that I'd finally gotten rid of a bunch of hypocritical trash. He abruptly looked up at me. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was filled with resentment and bitterness. "Why must you do this to me, Violet Winters? You're so wealthy! Why couldn't you share some of it with me? We even used to date before and were in love with each other!" "Love?" I laughed sarcastically. "Mitchell Cooper, you were the one treating me like a bottomless pit of money. You treated me as your personal ATM from whom you could withdraw money at any time of the day, whenever you liked! You merely took me for a tool that would propel

she asked curiously "No Grandma, she's not?" Fernandez said as he wiped his mouth and took a sip of water. "But why, isn't she beautiful enough?" she asked looking perplexed "She is a gold digger, a betrayal and a cheap whore" he spat and his Grandmother's eyes widened "What? Prostituta? buscador de oro?, that is not good for my Grandson" she said and Fernandez shrugged "But how soon am I meeting this other person? I want to see you get married and bear me a great-grandchild now that I'm still strong and my bones are not weak" she asked