Greed And Gluttony Novels & Stories

“Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,” He shook his head, shedding alligator tears to stop me. Does he forget that I stopped feeling a long ago and his tears are bringing nothing but satisfaction to my heart? Poor thing. Yet, he’s going to be a prime example for those, whoever is out there, considering betraying me, will have to go through worse than this. When my man slit his intestine, his slow yelps satisfied my soul as he was dying of agony. The flood of blood came through his abdomen to my feet as I dipped my brush in it and used it to make his internal organs.

Katcha raises an eyebrow at him in anticipation, "But...?" "I can't..." Katcha mentally sighs, coming to terms that this man really can't form a coherent sentence to save his life. Crossing both her arms and legs, she leans back into the couch and looks at Goldie more seriously. "Listen, You may not remember anything, but you must know that there are good and bad people in this world. " Katcha begins, "The good people will be here to help you. They won't yell or hurt you. The bad people will use you to hurt other people and even yourself. Leonardo is one of the bad ones. "

"Huh? That's it?" "Yeah." "But that can be easily achieved." Tyler's tone remained sensible and calm. "Some things sound easy at first, but greed is like a black hole that can never be completely filled as time goes by. You may start off wanting just the person physically, to wanting their hearts, and to become their one and only. All troubles originate from greed."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe you're right if you would have followed your first mind and stayed dead she could still be here. It's amazing you could convince other people to do your bidding but you couldn't convince her to save her own life." I covered my ears with my hands. His voice continued to vibrate in my head. I wasn't going to let him get to me. "You see, the Gattani family doesn't take too kindly with people taking advantage of their generosity. You could have had the world at your fingertips but you got greedy. Don't you know money is the root to all evil?" "Shut up!" "My, my, my I told you to eat. They say people get grouchy when they haven't eaten.

Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatered for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose Marty Part 1: The world that lays beyond "Here you go! "Dhara presented her the 16 special sweet dishes that had been solely prepared to offer God because of tonight's special occasion. But her petline cheeks were now fallen, glow from the godess like face gone. What with the way the prince was looking at her, his deep piercing hazel orbs gazing at her every moment she had been in his vicinity.

Paul said, and we laughed. Thinking about the whole engagement thing, Chloe was the one that championed the union. Everyone disliked Emily, especially our younger brother, Tristan. He said she was a spend drift. He had to put a limit on her credit card some months ago. She gave me hell for it but soon had to adjust after I told her that I could not override Tristan's decisions because he ran Diamond corp. She was touchy about it. Tristan hates her and her cousin. He blocked David's card after the guy purchased a yacht. They were trying to live large, considering where they were coming from. They were both orphans.

The other half cursed, furious that their wagers had died with the fallen man. The healer’s heart sank. The man’s body was broken, battered but his eyes told another story. They glimmered with the same greed that had led him to eat of the forbidden fruit. Only now it was worse. Stronger and uncontrollable. She followed his gaze, and it landed upon the elevated throne, where the leader of the wanderers sat. The man’s lips curled into the faintest smile. His greed had grown into something monstrous. It no longer craved power. It craved everything.

The path we’re on is starting to blur into my thoughts. What will my father and sister think of me running off? Will they beg me to come back and obey? Are they even concerned with where I am? Perhaps my sister is soaking up the press with her vanity in hopes of launching her modeling career. She always was selfish. I’ve had to mother her and make sacrifices over the years just to see her get what she wants. My father on the other hand is all about business. He practically sold his heart to the devil when my mother bolted on us years ago. Happiness is not a definition he knows without greed and power tagged behind it. Including when it comes to his daughters. We’ve always been there as a soc

"Mr. Langdon, he—" Dominic punched the screen, shattering it into a million pieces. "Good! Very good! You embezzled five million dollars from me over five years, you motherfucker!" It turned out that not only did Uncle Steve use substandard ingredients and claim that they were premium seafood, but he also inflated the prices and colluded with the suppliers to falsify the account records. In the last five years, he abused Dominic's authority to buy properties and cars while also enabling Jordan's gambling addiction.

The answer was too smooth and firm, like there was no room to negotiate. “You don’t get to decide that,” I said, anger creeping into my voice. “I don’t,” Luca agreed evenly. “But I do get to enforce it.” I studied him then—really looked into his eyes and read his movement. There was no hunger in his gaze, no curiosity like Dante’s. It was just control. Structure. Loyalty. “You must really enjoy this,” I said quietly, giving up. “Enjoyment doesn't seem like the right word to use. You just don't get it, do you?”