Ban El Zorro De La Avaricia Novels & Stories

What I was doing was more important than answering his irrelevant questions. "It’s called 'reallocation of assets,' Roman. Since you told the Council I was a 'financial liability' last month, I decided to remove the liability. You're welcome," I said, with a fake smile. Roman’s Voice: She’s mocking me. She’s sitting there, bankrupting my lineage, with no remorse. …Does she have any shame at all? "You stole from your son, Elara," he hissed, stepping closer. The temperature in the room had now risen ten degrees more. "That money belongs to the Crescent Pack. It’s blood money, earned by my wolves. They protect this land."

“You are just a pathetic, arrogant child who cannot handle a woman putting him in his place! You want to ruin my freedom because your own daddy locked your allowance away like a spoiled little boy!” “Watch your mouth!” I snarled, grabbing her wrist before she could push me again while my own temper flared. “I worked eighteen-hour days to build my own name while you sat on this dusty ranch, hiding behind your father's wealth like a coward. You talk about backbone and legacy, but you are nothing but a hypocritical fraud who uses people to buy her own air!”

I berated myself, criticizing my actions. My father had abandoned my mother when she needed him the most during her final moments, choosing instead to be with Carolina. Carolina was fully aware of my mother's battle with sickle cell anemia, yet she selfishly demanded my father's attention and care. We couldn't help but wonder if she had used some sort of charm or love potion to captivate him. My sister Givia and I stayed by our mother's side as she slowly withered away, doing our best to provide whatever comfort we could.

Salem "I didn't steal anything; I put everything back into its place," I confessed as I saw Alaric's claw emerge from his finger, and his brown eyes leered at me with anger as he came close to me. "I'm going to cut off your paws for stealing from the alpha," he warned me.

Lucrecia frowns. -Are you keeping secrets from me, love? -asks Lucrecia on the bed. -No baby, I'm just tired, and I feel like I'm going to run out of money," Jeff says affectionately. -What, you're a millionaire love, that's impossible, that you'll run out of money, that's why we distribute the money well, love, calm down, stop making that grimace, don't be negative, the money won't run out, I don't know why you get that in your head, it seems to me that you're being robbed," says Lucrecia.

“And we make salvation cheaper.” “Cheaper?” Andros sneered, the snotty mask glued back to his face. “You don’t understand how pricing works. You never did. You were born without math in your brain and someone was hired to do it for you.” I watched the last line pry something loose under Elky’s calm. He took another step forward; the floorboards approved it in a very old Sicilian dialect. He met his brother under the lion’s ridiculous grin and let him see it: the contempt, the pity, the ache for two boys they’ve both pretended never existed.

"My Luna, you can wear the crown jewels if you like. Anything to make the lie sting a little more." Elara nodded, her ears flicking with satisfaction. Sarah had tried to use her fear to steal a throne. Now, she was going to find out that the only thing more dangerous than a hungry wolf was a Luna with a sense of humor and a very long memory.

“Loyalty’s better than greed. At least I don’t steal magic from innocent wolves.” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “Innocent? They’re parasites. Feeding on the magic that should be mine. Just like the heir.” She tilted her head, listening to a sound only she could hear. “Ah. My shadow’s almost there. Soon, the pup will be mine. And with her blood, I’ll be unstoppable.” Elara’s chest tightened. Hurry. Please hurry. She thought of Ellie’s chubby fingers, her golden eyes, the way she’d clung to Elara’s neck that morning. Not my baby. Not ever.