Greed Stories Novels & Stories

Some wanted to grab more MIRXES and Sunhall shares, while others had heard Kelsier and Sawyer bought industrial and energy stocks and wanted to jump on that bandwagon. Aria and her group happened to walk by and saw all the people still milling around the exchange entrance. "The exchange is about to close, and these people are still here lining up. Talk about desperate..." "Everyone loves money. There's nothing wrong with that if you earn it honestly." Landon chimed in. "But when people get obsessed with striking it rich overnight, they'll jump at any chance, believe any gossip, and roll the dice on anything." "That's true. Some people are just way too greedy." Aria turned away. "It's just li

He points at me as he says that, earning a glare from me. “Greed.” Rome’s eyes narrow into slits. “What kind of name is that?” Greed throws his head back and laughs. “If you are asking that, then you should also ask what kind of name is Sin.” I shoot him a threatening glare. I do that to show him how unfunny his jokes are. However, he does not stop blabbering nonsense. Greed continues. “You think my name is unusual? What kind of name is Rome even? And November too—”

“You’re soaking for me, baby doll. You’re dripping and I love it. You’re such a greedy little cunt.” She arched her back, desperate for more. “Please… more… fuck me deeper! Harder! I’ll take it all! Please, please!” Matt groaned, fists clenched as he watched her getting filled and degraded. Nathan licked his lips, eyes dark, ready for his turn. Lucinda’s cries, her moans, her begging, they all pushed the men closer to the edge. Blade smirked, “That’s it, scream for me, slut. Let them hear how much you crave cock. You like it, don’t you? You love being fucked and used while they watch.”

Their eyes were filled with greed as they rushed forward with empty backpacks. Seeing that they had come together as a team, Alexander kindly warned, "Something's not right. It's best not to touch those treasures just yet." The Quigg family members hesitated briefly, but watching Dak's two subordinates greedily collecting treasures, they could not hold back. Alexander shook his head, lamenting their strong desire to court death, which was unstoppable. Everyone was immersed in the joy of their harvest, focused solely on gathering riches. "When I get out, I'm going to buy a car, a house, a yacht, and a plane."

“Not so good.” Valerie recalled her last grading session for this class. “You’ve got about a B+ going, if I recall correctly. That’s nothing to be ashamed about.” “But I want an A. I really need to ace everything.” “Why? Doing your best is a better goal.” “My family has high expectations.” He was probably right. His family was a fairly famous name, known for business acumen — some called it ruthlessness — being filthy rich, and rumored in some circles to dabble in unsavory ventures. What those ventures might be Valerie had no idea. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Enough not to go crazy again. He decided to tell the goblin that story: “I will tell you a story that my mother told me when I was little. There was one poor human village somewhere in Malfer. An even poorer peasant lived in that village. All he had was a small rundown house and a few chickens. One day, this peasant, let’s call him Vel, stumbled upon a magic wand that gave him tremendous power. Before the wand, Vel was a kind, hardworking and humble creature. He had a small garden, he had his chickens and though there were days when he was hungry, he could still enjoy the sound of rain falling on the leaves and the sound of children laughing in the distance. But now with all this power in hi

Why? Greed. They wanted to win more, to have more, more than they had a minute before, a second before, but this was where they made a mistake. In the race called achieving more, they forget what they had and how precious that thing was. Even if that was the smallest among the biggest kits, those things were valuable, beautiful, and they once made us happy, remarkably happy. Yet we threw them away for wealth. And that was how rapidly greed blinded men when they saw money, and it destroyed them and everything around them.

“And with that type of covering, he would secure more partners. Venture into more businesses and so he would increase his empire.” So this all boiled down to one thing at the end of the day and the number one factor that always drove men to crime: greed. Daniel’s father had left him a legacy, albeit a small one, he had refused to build on it choosing to blackmail me instead into giving him what he had no right to. Years down the line, he’d gotten greedy again and now he had come back from everything.

“Did you have to take a loan on it?” “I can’t imagine you’ve gotten enough to pay for something like this.” His breathing turns shallow. “No?” I press softly. He shakes his head again, more desperately this time. “I didn’t take anything. Why would I,” he argues weakly, “when your father pays me well enough?” Greed. I’ve seen it before. My father. Giuliana. Even Antonio. All of them stepping over the other person to get to what they want. “Being paid well,” I say slowly, “has never stopped anyone from wanting more.”

Thank you’ The radio broadcaster said while Jade sat at the dining with both elderly men for dinner. “Rubbish! These fucking creatures don't have an idea what's coming their way once I get my hands on them” Johnathan said furiously as his meal suddenly tasted like poop in his mouth “One of those beasts. We just need to catch one to set an example for the rest. We'll give it a more gruesome death anyone has ever seen, to cover up for the death of the hundreds of people it’s been responsible for over the years” Garwin added as he and his brother stood up from their seats.