Novel & Cerita Greed Ler

And it's true, Veto is the living proof of that. I witnessed him turning from a loyal and humble dog to a greedy and sly fox. I had saw it with my own two eyes how he had killed the King Lycaon. How his eyes were filled of greed, envy and hatred as he strike the late king with his swords and how his mouth moves upward when he saw King Lycaon bleeding in his feet. That's how people can easily change the moment they give in to their greed. The Gods are right. Greed is power.

“Is it bad if I say that they are? I mean, I am the demon of greed so it is understandable that—” “Either you put those back or I will not allow you to take a single grape from my parents’ gifts. By the way, that’s an order.” Mammon looks so betrayed that he seems to have frozen stiff in front of the box. He didn’t even react when Leviathan headed over to him and waved a hand over his face. “You just never learn.” Leviathan shakes his head at his older brother.

​The static lacerating the communications terminal didn't just vibrate through the sub-aquatic bunker's speakers; it carried the distinct, mocking arrogance of a ghost that should have been buried miles beneath the concrete drainage canals. Garrett Cross’s voice, amplified by the multi-decked internal arrays of the titan-class dreadnought, boomed across the ash-choked expanse of the northern gap, twisting the icy mountain air into a tight knot of immediate, suffocating tension.

He was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to attack me, but when he noticed the men behind me place their hands on their guns that were strapped to their waist, he immediately lost his nerve. He could only hiss at me in a hushed voice. "I'll make you grovel at my feet for forgiveness once I earn 500 million dollars. You've won the battle for now, but you haven't won the war. I won't keep losing! As long as I have some money with me, I'll definitely be the one standing at the top in the end!" As expected, Ethan's greed would haunt him for the rest of his life. All I had to do was quietly sit back and watch as his greed consumed him.

I answered back. "It was so easy to pass Harvard, Dylan." Gerald spoke. I did not reply, of course, they have a mind of a genius. I have a mind of an artist, and it's just totally different—and the Hearst, my family, they do not care about artists like me, they only care about Science.

“Sometimes the only way to catch a rat is to leave the cheese out.” Her brows knitted. “But what if he doesn’t bite? What if he turns it back on you?” He brushed a stray curl from her face, his eyes locked with hers. “He’ll bite. Greg’s greed isn’t a flaw. It’s his entire personality.” Lucy’s chest rose and fell too fast. “And if he notices it’s bait?” Austin’s smirk deepened. “Then he’ll know the walls are closing. Either way, I win.” ..✿..

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?”

he reread the line which mentioned perpetual discipline, his body crawled. Fadeel again burst into a hysterical peal of laughter causing Mama T's cane to come into action again. "Wrong you say? Isn't taking what's not yours naturally wrong?" He turned his head to the tusk which leaned on the wall, "The only wrong thing here is the greedy rich who still don't get enough of making more money."

"So, you’re saying that everything you've done was for my own good and for the good of this family." He nodded quickly. "Yes. I swear you're the only one in my heart." "What about the perfume?" His expression froze again. "T-that was something Caroline bought herself. She was just showing it off in front of me." The lie came out so easily and smoothly, that it made my heart freeze over. Suddenly, I felt nothing but exhaustion, and with it came the quiet realization that there was no point arguing anymore. It was not worth it anymore. "You're right," I said quietly. "I am selfish. Selfish enough to want a home I can go back to whenever I want.

To let go of the greed that had made him more and more blind over the years. “It will be over soon.” he said quietly, “just endure it. A few more minutes.” “Fuck you!” I finally roared. The man who stood in front of me was no longer my dad. All the hopes, the dreams, the happiness and the excitement I held in my heart after seeing him alive had disappeared and there was nothing left but loathing. A person who can burn his wife, his daughter and her mate alive for his greed would never have really love anyone or anything else but power.