Goblin Of Greed Novels & Stories

"The homeowner of Star Bay Villas, Yoana, won the lottery and abandoned her husband and mother-in-law! Look at my poor mother, she worked herself to exhaustion taking care of that heart condition daughter. Her hair has turned white. Now that her health is failing, she just wanted Yoana to help, but Yoana blocked all my contact information!" The moment he said that, the comment section exploded. People flooded in, accusing me of being heartless. Some accounts even claimed to know me, calling me selfish, cold-blooded, and ungrateful. However, the way those accounts spoke was far too coordinated for it to be a coincidence. Anyone could tell they were organized, so I did not need to guess who wa

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

" I wouldn't regret it. After that, I threw myself into work at my friend's company. The projects became more and more successful. In less than six months, the company expanded rapidly and gained a strong reputation in the industry. I also earned a considerable amount of money. Combined with my previous savings, I bought a house in Havendell with cash. On New Year's Day, my friend invited those of us who weren't going home to travel and celebrate together. I thought it was too cold outside and staying home was more comfortable, so I declined. One evening, feeling bored, I curled up on the sofa and started scrolling through my phone. A dance performance was being played on the television.

The livestream had over ten thousand viewers. [This is wild. She totally looks like a seductress, and the guy looks successful. This is a classic case of a gold digger trying to climb up the ranks.] [Beat her up! I hate women who tear families apart!] [Oh my, that bag is one of only ten in the world. She really knows how to please her sugar daddy for him to buy her that.] I stared at the screen in shock. I didn’t understand how strangers could have so much hatred for someone they didn’t even know.

‘A caustic lie begets a toxic night. “Are you sure you’re a Ghost for real? Not a Halloween artist?” Matt yelled and winced in sheer agony rising to his feet. The ghost snarled at his open mockery. Still, he bolstered himself against the tree and trod towards the shore, a visible combat of hunger and pride has resumed in its full force. The ‘Ghost of the Black’ hauled at his salivating tongue muddling over the dirty hair. ‘Ghost of the Black?’ Untuned with his own consciousness, he addressed the creature taking in the magnitude of it’s irrelevant actions, which amazed yet horrified him. Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the m

There is no other being in old stories that he grows with withexepts for ghouls and jinns, while the former are can appear as hideous monsters or ugly witshes roaming graves stealing bones and corpes from it, or in extream cases, abduct children to eat them later, none of them have the ability to hold souls and extract them from their bodies exept for angels and that being is not so a jinn who was created by fire and lived before human, and poses astonishing powers is the probable answer. Still lost in his thinking, a hoarse voice was heard, “if you want to live, nod, or be eaten…... by me”. Said the creature while grinning out loud. “And whom I’m to refuse”. While in return, he just nod, a

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate. "Right, brother Precious! I want to be your best friend, despite how delicious you look. Hahaha," the other goblin smirked. "No! You're all lying, you filthy animals!" Lily shouted, her voice filled with defiance. She quickly reacted, stepping backward and breaking into a run. "Delicious meat, stop! We won't harm you. We just want to be friends," the goblin with the shorter height pleaded, while the other goblin was smirking.

The hoard of goblins hissed and spat at me, bearing their pointed jagged teeth as they chattered menacingly. Goblins were small creatures, but together they gave true meaning to the phrase strength in numbers. Their attitude changed drastically when a few of their kind came to back up a single goblin. A smirk crossed my lips at their ridiculous attempt at being threatening. It might have worked against a small dog, but certainly not me. The smirk angered them further and they chattered more, dancing and bobbing about with

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.