Greedy Guts Film Novels & Stories

’ Gerald thought to himself as he quickly got out of the room—along with Rey—before yelling, “Yann! Get over here! Quick!” Of course, Yann’s fate had been sealed the second he chose to disobey Gerald… Unable to react in time, Yann’s eyes could only widen as he watched all the gold around him transform into green goo that quickly enveloped him! He didn’t even have the time to scream before the goo completely melted him down to the bone… Gerald and Rey were understandably stunned to witness all this. To think that such a punishment had been set up for those who had been overtaken by greed…

Damn Mike and his calm nature, Jared cursed inwardly the crime rate in Western Creek would not have risen to this extent if he had been firm enough. Jared began inching closer, stepping one branch after branch, till he was in clear view of the carriages of the men, he made sure he was as quiet as possible, The carriages were all new, but they did not carry the seal of his father in law, these all seem to be produced in some other part of the country.

I pushed back greedily, but his hand cracked down on my ass in a sharp smack that echoed through the underground garage. “Greedy little brat,” he snarled, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “You don’t get to control this. Not anymore.” Two thick fingers plunged back inside me without warning, stretching me open. I cried out, the sound swallowed by the pounding rain. He fucked me with them roughly, curling and scissoring, his thumb grinding circles over my swollen clit. My legs trembled, juices coating his hand and dripping onto the concrete. “Please, Luca fuck me,” I begged, voice breaking. “I need your cock.”

That's all you need to know. The room went very quiet. I could hear Natalie's consistent chewing of gum, the faint sound of traffic outside. I could hear my own heartbeat, which had clearly become very loud and fast. ''Sold.'' I tasted his words and it felt foreign, like a different world. ''You sold me.'' ''it is done.'' He said flatly. I got on my knees instantly, tears gushing down my cheeks in streams. ''Uncle Mateo, I have a life. I have a job...I....I have dreams....I have.....I'm trying to....you just cannot.'' The words refused to make sense.

“I—Nightroe—“ “I just don’t want to do anything with you when you’ve just taken someone’s life. Don’t you feel a little guilty?” Every detail of the shadow lurking behind her shoulder was finally revealed before the man. Svanna eagerly awaited the response she hoped for, but she was too naive to think Nightroe wouldn't conclude the answer and make the atmosphere between them tense like a storm. A cynical smirk appeared, then Nightroe said, "I have no mercy. Unlike you, My Little Puppet Wife." "Now I want you. Just do your job properly," the man continued, licking Svanna's jaw wetly. She tried desperately to avoid it, but it was useless. Nightroe tore her thin nightgown apart first.

I suck his cock clean. He collapses beside me. His fingers fumble with the cuffs. He frees my limbs. My arms and legs tremble. He pulls me into his arms. Our bodies slick with sweat and cum. The leather beneath us is sticky and ruined. The screen fades to black. The film ends. Our breaths slow. The intimacy is raw and unfiltered. This night seals our bond with a filthy, explosive connection that nothing can break.

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

“Each one of those blocks? A million dollars. Cash.” There’s twenty of them on the forklift. JP whistles. The mercenaries around Grant start grabbing the blocks and loading them into the plane. “Twenty million? That’s all?” Grant says. “I’m insulted.” “You’re a whore. You’re worth whore prices,” Epicurus sneers. “Hey,” Grant says, feigning indignation. “I’m a BILLION dollar whore, bitch.” Epicurus says something in French to the lead mercenary. His accent is prissy in its strained attempt to sound authentic.

I apologized. -"It wasn't hostility. It was only one thing: one man's greed! Your father's! That's it" he corrected strictly. -"I...I don't understand..." I told him timidly. -"What is it that you don't understand?" he asked sarcastically and continued "Your father is hostile with all the other packs. He disobeys the rules, he encroaches on areas, he steals others packs' properties. He attacks women and children and enslaves them after he and his men do unspeakable things to them." Orestes said angrily. His face was rigid; his words were slow and steady. The light and carefree style he had before it was now lost. Pain and despair had taken its place.

I asked panicking. “I found out when I woke up this morning,” Carter says. “Okay okay, you can’t really see our face how can they know it even us? It could literally be anyone.” I rant barely stopping. “Continue watching,” Carter says. “Or fast forward to the end of the video.” He adds and I do that. The end of the video shows our faces clearly, it shows us leaving the glass booth after our little indiscretion. “Oh my God, I’m so fucked.” I say closing my eyes.