Greed Stories Novels & Stories

“I know they did. Our two companies fight constantly over real estate contracts, and things get incredibly tense in the business world. But that corporate rivalry has absolutely nothing to do with you, Sophia. I genuinely like talking to you. You are entirely different from the superficial people I usually meet. You are real.” He began to share more intimate stories about his own upbringing, opening up about his life. He told me how his father had abandoned his family when he was just a little boy, leaving his mother to work two exhausting jobs just to put food on the table. He explained how he had built his massive company from absolutely nothing through blood, sweat, and tears, admitting t

"No stealing and no gambling. We cannot afford to do either of those things. We need to keep a low profile." "But I get scared and nervous and I want to steal." She whispered. "When you get scared or nervous, just hold my hand. You want to steal something, steal from me." "But I never want to steal from you." "You already have. My heart." "Take that and put it on a cracker, cuz baby that's cheesy." Jovie snorted. "I'm serious though. And you can steal kisses from me too." I smiled. She kissed me. "Like that?"

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

“Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is so strong they cannot fight it, even though they know it is dangerous.” Lucian’s voice dropped lower. “Dangerous. Like a mysterious guest and the beautiful young housekeeper who keeps entering his room. Does that story interest you?” My pulse quickened. “It might. But it is just a fantasy. I need this job, Lucian. I cannot afford to lose it.”

Adam watched the young man seated Infront of him with his legs propped on his knee. He looked totally relaxed and contented, not having a care for anything as he counted the money Adam had given him. He saw the greedy way his hands shook, probably because the money he had been given was more than he had been expecting. Adam stroked his chin as he thought about all the money he made from the number of people Duncan had fooled into coming out to watch the show. It was more than business as usual, it was a cash out. Duncan was his recent link to high society; his old link having been killed after the idiot had tried to outsmart him. Adam didn't like greedy people, but he had come to realize tha

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

“Problems only happen when you start devouring outta greed. It doesn’t really matter what you’re after - money, things, lives, power. If you eat up a lot of it, you’re gonna hurt the hell out of a lot of others in the process. And I can’t abide by that, not even a little bit. Shit really angers me deep down. Like, blood boiling, can’t control my trigger finger angry. “If greed was a person I could evaporate with my gun, I wouldn’t even hesitate to pull the trigger on them. Not even for a fraction of a second.”

he added in a very long litany. Everything was clear now. So greed was the caused of all these tragic events happened to us--the selfish desire to have more of something. The one that gods worshipped as ‘The Only One’ was the root of all evil. If he’s that immensely powerful, then why it was necessary for him to take the soul of children just to increase his power even more? That was way too greedy. Mammon was right. Greed is the mother of all evil.

"He saw an opportunity to make a quick buck, and he took it. He didn't care about the consequences, about the people he was hurting." A wave of rage washed over May, her fists clenching at her sides. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "How could someone be so greedy? How could someone be so willing to betray their friends, their colleagues, for money?" "Greed is a powerful motivator," Alex said, his voice cold. "It can corrupt even the most decent people. It can make them do things they never thought they were capable of." "But it's so senseless," May cried, her voice filled with despair. "Money is just paper. It's just a means to an end. It's not worth sacrifici

They were just getting started. Hands turned her onto her back on the carpet. She was spread open, used, dripping from both holes, but the hunger in the brothers’ eyes hadn’t dimmed. It had grown. She was no longer a pledge. She was theirs. A new brother, with a shaved head and intense eyes, knelt between her legs, his cock aimed at her well-fucked, sensitive pussy. “My turn in this wrecked cunt,” he stated, not asking.