Romans & histoires Greed King

All on his own? "Never has there been a King so strong, so selfless, so fierce as our departed king Mammon." She half-cried. Selfless? He was the demon of Greed, wasn't he? "The prosperity of our kingdom owes everything to King Mammon. Never have we lacked our fulfilment of Greed. Our King was beloved by all, hated by none." She yelled passionately. I eyed the gravel underneath my shoes. Most of the stones were yellow. "No demon shall ever live up to King Mammon. No demon shall ever come close to his greatness!" She screamed next.

' I was completely stunned as I instinctively covered my stomach, which was still flat. Was I… Hallucinating? 'That coma is just an act. My dad is the richest man in the country! He's clearing out the traitors inside the company, and he isn't even in the hospital. This fortune is literally being given to us for free! We have to take it!' The richest man in the country? Hugh Fletcher? Wasn't his brother named Hugh Gibson? 'My dad took his mother's last name. His birth mom died when he was five, and he was sent to live with his uncle's family. He only came back after he became an adult. That whole rotten family has been eyeing my dad's fortune ever since.'

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

Just like that? “He had everything a king could ever want,” Alaric drawled, holding up three fingers. “An unshakable kingdom, immense power— wealth , and a strong army." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “But one thing about greed, little rose, is that it’s never enough. Nothing is ever enough. No matter what the king had, it was never enough. He wanted more power, more wealth, more than he could ever handle.” Alaric ran a hand through his hair, his expression darkening with disdain. “He was a greedy little bastard... that's why he never cared about anything else. Not even his own daughter."

"I'm the King. Exceptions can be made for me. The people will understand that better than when you suddenly blossom overnight as a widow. You are unmarried and pregnant. Have you forgotten? I have given you time to mourn your husband. Your mourning is over. I cannot delay bringing you into my house." One month to mourn my childhood sweetheart hardly seems sufficient. I open my mouth, ready to spew more protests but I clamp it shut when I hear the double doors to the King's chambers creek open. We both divert our attention to the grey-haired man, with deep-set wrinkles in his cheeks, limping towards us. "Nathan," The King says addressing him. The elderly man captures my eyes as he walks past

Tears blinded her vision but she blinked them back, biting the insides of her mouth to keep them from trembling. " We can't let this continue." King Gavin had begun speaking to himself. " We need to find faults in that union. I'm sure there would be dozens!" He stated vehemently, his brows furrowed in thought. Fleurie could only stand there, squeezing her fists in a desperate attempt to appear unfazed. The bitter truth was that he is doing this out of his own greed, that she knew well enough. He wants to take control of Madonia using her, since he has the support of the Royal council. She knows this but she was still desperate, Desperate to get away from his hold. After King Dexter killed h

His anger surged forth, fueled by a sense of entitlement and a desire for unquestioned loyalty. "You dare question my authority?" King Rico roared, his voice laced with fury. "I am your creator, the one who bestowed upon you the gift of your new existence. You have to kneel at my feet, obey my every command, and worship me for all eternity!" Gasps of disbelief and indignation echoed through the crowd of werewolves. Their aspirations for autonomy shattered against the unyielding wall of King Rico's ego. Their eyes glinted with a mixture of defiance and renewed aggression.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

, Adam replied. “that is true, but this place never welcomed those who are greedy”, the King replied. “How could you tell if a person is greedy or not?”, asked Adam. “we humans couldn’t tell, we don’t have the capacity to look what is in someone’s heart”, replied the king. “but the Golden tree of wisdom never fails”, he added. Adam was a bit confused. He decided not asked any further. The king smiled at him warmly. “come, let me tour you around the place”, the King offered.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr