Goblin Of Greed Novels & Stories

A wound appeared on her side and he'd done that. He growled in triumph, but it was short-lived as the goblin threw herself at him. As much as he outweighed her, she had momentum on her side. He held onto her, his talons digging into her as his other warm went down to break his fall. The goblin stole a glance behind him and growled. "Stop!" a voice sounded from the doorway. ***

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.

"I'm the goblin king Izak, this is my wife Chig and son Zrukz, we've come to help heal the half-blood. My eyes widen and I laugh, fucking sneaky little creep. "Allow my wife to lick his wounds and they will heal," he growls. I shrugged and waved my hands towards Flint. The short naked female goblin waddled over to Flint and began licking Flint's back and it healed before my eyes. "Allow my son a bite of your flesh princess, for our troubles," Izak grins at me. I looked at his son and grinned, nodding my head. It was worth it to save Flint. I told him to follow me to the side office. I offered my arm and he shook his head. I lifted my shirt and he shook his head again. I scowl and point to my

Its just the way its been and the way it should be. His mind had gone back to his recent problem . Blazzer was still dropping in ranking in recent ratings. Blazzer was now among top thrity electronic company according to g****e. It seemed they had rapidly depreciated under a period of one year , as they were at the top ten the previous year.

The first thing the witch's curse devoured was Jasper's company. "What?!" Jasper shot upright. The blood drained from his face so quickly that it left him gray. The bedroom door flew open. His assistant stumbled in and looked as though he had aged ten years in a single night. He held out a tablet with shaking hands. The screen displayed a disaster. Every number bled deep red, cascading with losses. "Mr. Prescott, at exactly midnight the tax department and the market supervision authorities issued a joint enforcement order," the assistant said. "Several major shareholders pulled out at the same time. Our three core overseas projects all reported massive losses simultaneously. The financial ga

He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated. My bodyguards flanked me immediately, blocking his approach. Helpless, he could only beg from a distance. "Sheila, I know I was wrong. Please, can you spare me? My parents are old. If the company collapses, they won't survive it!" I stepped back, holding my nose at his stench. His expression flickered with embarrassment. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I asked coldly. "Of course it does! Don't you love me? You never had a boyfriend abroad all these years. Didn't you wait to come back and marry me?

"Just give up already. Admit that you can't survive without your millions. Save yourself the trouble, pay us five million pesos each, and let's end this stupid bet right now. Your suffering can finally be over." Liam looked at his friends with cold, bored eyes. A small, annoyed grunt escaped his lips. "You guys are totally obsessed with money. It’s pathetic." "Hey, you were the one who agreed to the bet!" Thanos pointed out, raising his hands in the air. "We said you couldn't survive a year living like a regular, penniless guy while being legally married to someone who doesn't know who you are. We thought you'd cry for your credit cards within the first week!"

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

It was excitement. They had been married for years without Silvia ever getting pregnant, and when they went in for tests, the doctor told them the problem was him. His sperm activity was extremely low. It was severe enough that natural conception was almost impossible. It was the deepest source of his insecurity, something he had never told anyone, not even Silvia or his own mother. Instead, he had watched Silvia drink those herbs and take those supplements again and again, using her suffering to hide his own flaws.