Greed King Novels & Stories

He asked, looking into the young man’s eyes. Hayward was silent for several seconds. This was the tough part. “Yes. I cannot promise that this will work. There is a chance that the king, or his generals, whoever is deciding, will simply take it as a challenge. But there’s one thing that’ll almost always work on them: greed.” Hayward’s green eyes sparkled.

a gift and the greediness of mankind. During the reign of queen and king Adwell, unable to wait on the blessing of the moon, he forsook his kind and joined forces with the cold death. A prophecy to save the throne. The first to mate wears the crown. The second wears the crown, and the first seeks out her father's ways and strikes a deal with the cold death.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Void of emotions despite the huge smile he wore on his face. "From the time i took the title of king from my late guardian, you all have been loyal to me and the royal family at large, you have been supporting and acknowledging my efforts in this kingdom. Specially thanking king Jacob and king Charles for everything they've done for this kingdom. As long as i remain king, I will make sure this kingdom flourishes in wealth and peace" The crowd cheered energetically, shouting praises in ancient Alxae language. "Here's to bigger accomplishments and a brighter future" Corey closed his speech and made for the table we were seated.

The first rat didn’t even run. He lounged behind a seafood stall in Alfama, puffing a cheap cigarette, bragging into his burner phone about how the “King” wouldn’t dare show himself in public anymore. He didn’t notice my shadow until my boot shattered his knee sideways with a pop like cracking lobster shells. He shrieked, I silenced it by grabbing his jaw and slamming his skull against the wall. “Talk,” I hissed, my thumb pressed so deep into his throat he sputtered foam instead of words.

His eyes flickered toward me with open disdain. “Your Majesty,” he said smoothly, “we have heard whispers that you keep… unusual company these days.” The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut. Kael’s lips curved into something dark. “Say what you mean,” he commanded. The man straightened, his smirk returning. “A king surrounded by wolves should be wary of keeping a lamb in his den. Lambs bleed easily.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My body tensed, waiting for Kael’s wrath to fall upon me.

I spoke up, and he stared at me, silent. "I was okay with you wanting to fight me for it. Was I a little disappointed? Sure. Was I angry at the way you went about it, killing people that considered you family? Was it unforgivable? Yes. But I still understood that greed was something vampires faced, so I respected that greed and need for power."

He couldn't afford to fail. *** Darkfire Grendel, one of the betas of the lycan king entered the king's private room, bowing low before his ruler. The room was dimly lit by a few flickering torches, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The king sat upon a large throne, carved from the bones of fallen enemies, his massive frame imposing and powerful. He wore a simple tunic of black leather, adorned with silver clasps and a thick fur cloak draped across his broad shoulders.

king speaks arrogantly and causally and the italian swiftly cuts in shouting " You greedy bastard! How much more money is it going to take to satisfy you? Kingsley turns his face looking with blank expressions and replies. "Until I make more money than yesterday" the TV video paused and fast forward to another scene. "Kingsley is a cruel, selfish and ruthless CEO known among his staffs and workers. A problem brat that will do anything for money" the lawyer slides the video and pressed play. Kingsley his seen with a group of gang holding bats and labour workers kneeling before him pleading in a large factory. The manager speaks.

“The Golden Phoenix. Aren’t you all with them?” The mistake hits me the second the words leave my mouth. These men aren’t Asian. Not even close. Dark hair. Strong noses. Thick Bellavista accents. I feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. Rocco laughs. Low and slow. “No, sweetheart. We’re not Golden Phoenix. We bought some of their old debts. That means you owe the Kings now.” My stomach drops hard. Relief flickers briefly. At least I don’t have to beg Xander. But it dies fast. The Kings are just as dangerous. Just quieter about it.