Greed Island Novels & Stories

“This should be perfect to build the resorts and attract tourists. This island is ranked among the most peaceful and eco-friendly islands. What do you think about acquiring it?” “The Mystic Island?” “Yes. It has recently been put on the market. The owner is very selective, but I'm sure we'll get it. The GK Group, after all, has vast influence across the country.” Lucas took the tablet, studying that Island carefully. “It's too remote and will definitely not attract that many tourists. It hasn't been long since the island was discovered, which means there are dangerous beings still inhabiting it. With the lack of human activities, the wildlife will roam freely. Tell me, if a cobra sneaks into

They had initially feared scraping by under the command of a level-nine Venerable Sage, but now Adrian unexpectedly offered them a chance to own the island. "Forgotten Shore is an island about five or six kilometers in size. It’s usually deserted and not subject to the daemons' sacrificial rituals. With the southern forest behind it, it's not in the frontline defense against the daemons. If my guess is correct, the major factions won't easily abandon the large islands. Instead, the owners of the medium-sized islands will likely choose to retreat without fighting," Adrian said mockingly. The Sampsons blushed slightly. ‘Is he referring to us?’ they thought.

“A private island off the coast of Montenegro. It’s not on any list, but you’ll find it marked as Vetra-3 in the original records.” I double-checked. She wasn’t lying. Vetra-3 wasn’t just some offshore account. It was a facility. A personal graveyard. We hopped on a smuggler’s boat within an hour. Just me, Matteo, Nikolai, and the fire burning in our veins. As the island peeked through the fog, I felt something inside me crack. This wasn’t a rescue mission; this was war. The moment we hit the rocky shore, I felt the eerie silence. The place wasn’t just deserted; it felt cursed.

The system announced, "The game rules are now active, and players may not withdraw. All 100 players have been deployed. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Cruise'. Remember: you are all stowaways, so good luck staying alive." A flash of white light burst out, and we were all transported onto a cruise ship floating on the open sea. The system gave each of us a card that we could use to make purchases anywhere on the ship. However, it only had 50 dollars loaded on it. My interface displayed three stats: hunger, thirst, and energy, and all three were currently in order. Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately.

I warned. He raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up again. You might start drooling on me." I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something that would probably end in me throwing him overboard, a flash of gold caught my attention. In the distance, just past the horizon, an island rose out of the sea, its mountains shimmering like they were dipped in gold. The air around it seemed to pulse, waves of energy rolling off it.

Neon signs from the boardwalk flickered against the dark sky, but here on the secluded northern end, the world felt wilder — dunes, sea grass, and the endless black ocean. Jax “Creep” Malone, 39, was a legend on the island for all the wrong reasons. Leader of the feared local crew known as the Creeps, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in dark ink, with a jagged scar across his left cheek and cold, piercing blue eyes that made people look away. He had just finished a late-night deal when he saw her walking barefoot along the private stretch of beach behind the dunes. Riley Bennett, 26, a bold New York photographer renting a beach house for the summer. Athletic and sun-kissed, with messy a

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.

"Take care of yourself, Ariana. If you ever need anything... I’m around." "Thanks, Jones. You too." I hung up and stared at my spaghetti. The appetite I’d had five minutes ago was gone, replaced by a sudden craving. It was for a very specific tropical fruit we had found on the island, a sort of wild, creamy custard apple that grew near the hidden spring. The memory of the taste was so vivid I could almost feel the texture on my tongue. I knew it was a long shot, but I looked up a high-end organic grocery store nearby and called them.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

“Sell you a piece of information, for gold as payment.” “Okay!” The shopkeeper was thrilled, agreeing immediately without hesitation. “Any matter that can be solved with money is a simple matter. I believe that Alpha Levi’s information is definitely... hehe...” Levi laughed, his smile both sinister and malicious. “Starting from Passeggiata City, heading southeast, there is an island named Bandsasta Mountain...” Arista was shocked, turning her head to look at the speaker. Hearing his bitter laughter, “On that island, there are countless treasures, even more than in the fairy market.”