Greed Ler Novels & Stories

I was curious as to know what's up, and because I was sensitive enough and heard some kind of sound which added to my suspicion. I tiptoed to the corner of the window and peeped in through the glass. And I was surprised by what I saw. Halen lied against the table with her legs were spreaded. Her eyes were shut, and her lips were drawn apart. Matt knelt down in front of and was under her skirt, straight in-between her legs, and it was visible and obvious what they were doing. And the bitch kept asking for more I was baffled. So, the big billionaire can stoop so low for someone like Halen!? So Halen had been screwing with him all these while?!

"Like Felix, I grew up here in Lexton City. My forefathers had worked hard in accumulating all the assets I have today. You, on the other hand, are just outsiders who have only visited Lexton City a few times in your lives. It's impossible for you to do any actual damage to me." Edward was furious, to say the least. He pointed at Dylan while snapping, "Don't get too cocky! Once I get my hands on Gwendolyn's assets, I'll be able to buy a place for myself in Lexton City as well! When that time comes, I'll get rid of you once and for all!" Dylan laughed so hard that tears were starting to pool in his eyes. He patted me on the shoulder before leaving the lounge. I gazed at the crowd before me. T

It took a step out of the flames and she heard the leaves crunch under its weight. It spoke in a language unknown to Jess but somehow she understood it. “She’s mine, she was promised to me.” A dark hand with claws reached out and stopped just in front of Jess’ face. A single tear drop rolled off her cheek. The now clear face of this thing got so close to her she could feel it breathing on her. It had horns, sharp teeth and it resembled every description of the devil itself. To terrified to move and in too much pain she sat there on her knees. “I’m speaking to the one called Jedd, the one that made this deal. It was not your deal to make. This child is a lamb of God and will not be sen

I saw the greed in his eyes even before I finished saying the word “Congress” “What I'm saying is that I have friends. And you can be my friend. What am I saying? You are my friend, Mr Kyle,” I shook his hand, pulling him closer by the shoulder as we approached the waiting car. “A friend of my friend is a friend. That's what the sages say, no? My friends are your friends because you are my friend. I'll let you go off now,” I finished with a broad grin, a little satisfaction washing down my throat as I saw the clear signs of greed festering the man's eyes like flies around a wound.

“First of all, you're letting your desire to claim this woman stop you from making good money. Don't ruin a perfectly good plan. Don't be greedy.” “Greedy?” He was taken aback yet again by Guy's choice of words. “I'm being greedy?” “Yes, you're being greedy. You have a woman who is pregnant with your child, and yet you're trying to get another woman, a woman who was your ex-wife, I might add, into your life. What is that if not greed?”

I asked, strangely interested but also disgusted with the man. "Money. I've always been greedy and I know that it's a quality many people hate because even God hates it. But I am greedy and I want a piece of everything. I studied for 17 years, getting my degrees and furthering my studies, I'm very well versed in business and money. Now I run a very successful business, my weekly income is in millions and my yearly profits are through the roof..." He leaned forward, "but you see, my mother runs and owns an empire far greater than mine. Greed, Celeste, greed makes me want a piece of that and I won't get a piece of that unless I've given my mother something she's always wanted for me. I thought

The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes. Hearing this exact same bullshit lie she had repeated countless times, I couldn't hold back a cold sneer. "I've been hearing that exact same line since I was a little kid. Your greed is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Adelaide, listen to me or don't, but I am not going to be your personal ATM forever. If you don't want to end up freezing to death on the streets, you better quit while you still can." Adelaide clearly brushed off my warning as nothing more than the angry rambling of an upset kid, not taking it seriously in the slightest.

Talia asks, her eyes widening with instant, unadulterated greed. Leroy chimed in eagerly, tugging on Jackson's sleeve. "Jackson, do not forget about my share! My wolf is not as greedy as Mother—just a few million resources will do. I will immediately secure a rare, high-speed shadow carriage, and it will make certain people's cheap, lowborn transport look like absolute trash!" He shoots a highly deliberate, venomous smirk at Derek as he speaks. Derek completely ignores the young fool who is foolishly counting on the dead rogue's territory investment to buy a luxury ride. In fact, my healer's mind knows these two greedy idiots will be incredibly lucky if they have enough resources left to buy

DOMINIC’S POV The silence in the room was thicker than blood. I watched them, these so-called elders, these selfish old men who would trade their own flesh and blood for a taste of power. Gerald’s plea for mercy hung in the air, a pathetic, whining sound. I let the silence stretch, letting their fear ferment. “Mercy is a currency you’ve never dealt in,” I said, my voice low and cold. “So we’ll use a currency you understand. Greed.” I turned my gaze from the cowering Gerald to the others lining the wall. “All of you. Step forward. Let’s see how deep your support for your ‘brother’ truly runs.”

He set a syllabus in front of me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. While he stood up there lecturing I tried to concentrate on the words he was saying. It was probably the most difficult lesson I have sat through. All I could do was watch him. He moved so smoothly across his little stage. It was mesmerizing. He would look at me too, or I thought he was. Did I want him to? What is wrong with me, this man is my teacher, he is probably old enough to be my father. I just turned 20 this year. He is probably at least 45. "Iris, what philosopher did I tell the class was my favorite in college?" He smirked at me. What an ass. Did he know how distracted I was by him? I frantically looked d