Greed And Power Novels & Stories

If I don’t do this, I’ll live with resentment for the rest of my life, while my family’s death remains unjust. Why are wicked people granted power? Why is money viewed as a source of power? The adage “money may make the world go round” is accurate, and that “money makes people comply” is also true.

Adam watched the young man seated Infront of him with his legs propped on his knee. He looked totally relaxed and contented, not having a care for anything as he counted the money Adam had given him. He saw the greedy way his hands shook, probably because the money he had been given was more than he had been expecting. Adam stroked his chin as he thought about all the money he made from the number of people Duncan had fooled into coming out to watch the show. It was more than business as usual, it was a cash out. Duncan was his recent link to high society; his old link having been killed after the idiot had tried to outsmart him. Adam didn't like greedy people, but he had come to realize tha

he asked. “I’m just trying to be reasonable,” I said gently. “Conquering the world is a fantasy, not a purpose. Greed may feel comforting, but only for a while. It always devours its master in the end.” A beat of silence. Then… Crack! Xareth’s palm slammed against the desk with a thunderous thud. I gasped as the table rattled violently, the stack of books toppling to the floor with a loud crash. “Greed?” he repeated, his voice rising into a roar. “Greed, you say?”

Aurelia Immediately nodded, making Reagan give her a broad smile. "The path to success and power is never easy. It's full of toil, pains and treachery. Your closest friends and allies will probably betray you without warning, without remorse. I myself didn't have it easy. The path to being the powerful king I am today was paved through discipline, through my blood and sacrifices. I was once ambushed by a thousand soldiers led by their Alphas, and I came out victoriously. I made a lot of sacrifices, I released my beast for it and suffered the consequences. As a result, now no one dares to ambush me rashly. No one will ask you the process or the price you have to pay for greatness, people are

Isla rolled her eyes and said, "Sew my *ss! Are you sure you want to wear that shirt again?" Alex did not lack clothes and he did not really mean to order Isla around. He just wanted to experience the feeling when Isla bossed him around. It truly felt pretty damn great to be a boss! It was no wonder that many people were desperate for power. In this world, people who loved money were undoubtedly the most in existence. The second most was love for power. Regardless of whether it was a politician or a businessman, power was an important part of personal influence. It was also something that Alex wanted to increase after he had some wealth.

“Why are you after so much power? You already seem rich and powerful enough. Why do you need more? What's your motive?” He remained silent at first then when he dropped his head back to look at us, there was a grim look on his face, “Because all my life, I’ve been powerless. When you hunger for something, and you get a taste of something sweet, you develop an addiction and it becomes all you’ll crave.” I shot up in my seat, “What do you mean?” “When everyone looked down on you, your own father despised you, and your mother suffered because she birthed you, you’ll crave the power because it’s your solace.”

I called it cowardice. I didn’t give a damn about the building itself, steel walls, crates of unmarked goods, another piece of dirt to add to the Lombardi map. What pissed me off was what it stood for. My old man’s greed. His habit of picking at other men’s carcasses and calling it conquest. He liked to think we built our empire on power. But power meant nothing if it wasn’t yours to begin with. I’d rather lose everything I had than live off another man’s war. I wanted blood on my hands, not his leftovers.

“I was just thinking about the things they said to me last night.” “What? About the intels you gathered from all those people?” Clairmont guessed that correctly. “Yeah. I was wondering what could be the cause for the struggle of power. I mean, everything in this country seems like there is no problem for me, so why would they start having conflict now?” Clairmont shrugged. “Hell do I know. Living beings can be ridiculously complicated in the face of greed.” I shot my glance at him. Greed, huh? That might be one of the cause.

They are the beings who if given little power, can overthrow the gods that punish them. Because in the end, aren’t we all power-hungry. We all like to have an upper hand. The taste of having someone work according to your wishes is just so addicting. To have someone at your beck and call even if they don’t want to, enhances this wicked sense of dynamism. Smart adults take this luxury as an act out of respect, whereas the young desire more power along with the riches that it could bring to them.

Compromising wasn’t something a Castelli was often capable of. They are selfish people, always overcome with greed as they took, and they took, and they took. And it was rare that they gave back. It was as though fair was a word they hadn’t learnt. Their world was never balanced out, their hunger for power always outweighing their sense of rightfulness. Push and pull wasn’t a dance, it was a fight. If someone were the pull on their leg, they would push them off with a kick, and they would keep kicking. Because, along with their drive to get whatever they wanted no matter the outcome, they also had this strong urge to dominate. To destroy.