Greed Sin Novels & Stories

“So is there any way you can defeat Greedius?” “Greed is a very scary thing. Because of greed, people are born jealous and selfish. They are willing to kill their own kind to be immortal, to become the strongest. That has always been the law of life. However, there are exceptions to everything in this world. If people overcome greed, greed will not exist. If in the middle of greed put a fruit, the power of greed will become meaningless. In love, there is no more or less, only enough.” Aubrey bragged.

I didn't believe in love , so this possible can't be love because I don't intend being tied to just one woman who could wake up one morning and leave you simply because you don't have money That's the only thing they care about, and with the money I have I'll have as many of them I can get, use them till I'm tired of them and toss them away like the piece of trash that they are and Maria won't be an exception. *********************************** PLEASE KINDLY COMMENT, VOTE AND SHARE. ❤️❤️❤️

Bent me over the bed and pounded into me so hard the headboard slammed the wall too. Spanked me when I tightened around him. Bit my shoulder when I clawed at the sheets. “Say it,” he ordered. “What?” “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours, Logan—God, I’m yours!” He came deep, filling me again, his cock twitching inside me as I collapsed beneath him. We lay there in sweat and sin and silence. And I knew it then. I’d crossed a line I’d never come back from. And the sickest part?

I let the words sink in, so that she'd understand the gravity of her offense before I continued. “You don’t understand,” I said, voice softening just a fraction. “My father is the kind of man who smiles as he destroys you. He will bury you under legal paperwork and scandal. Your face will be on every headline. And your mother—whoever she is—will suffer for it.” I watched her expression crumble.

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

He’d corner me against the wall, those dark eyes burning into mine. “You’ve been teasing me,” he’d growl in my imagination. “Walking around my father’s house in those tight little dresses, bending over, making me hard at family dinners.” I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips involuntarily rolling against my hand. “I see the way you look at me, baby girl. Like you’re hungry for something my father can’t give you.”

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

Instead, their entire soul was consumed by the highest members of the court. Each of the sins, when harvested, would be converted into multiple types of food, it resembled human food but different. Lust was sweet and juicy like the fruits of the human plane, gluttony was fatty, envy was sour, pride was juicy with a hint of blood like a properly cooked steak, wrath was spicy and always gave me heartburn, sloth was bland, and greed always tasted overdone and dry like burnt toast. A variety of foods were served and placed in front of us. I motioned for my poison tester to test the foods before I ate my meal.

I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him shamelessly, my bare pussy leaving a wet trail along his skin. Sinclair lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, but his eyes were wild with need. “Tell me you want this, Natasha,” he rasped, hovering over me. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, voice trembling with raw emotion. “I need it. I need you inside me. Please, Sinclair. Make me feel everything I’ve been missing.”