Greedy Guts Movie Novels & Stories

In his eyes flit a spark of anger, as he gripped my wrist and slammed against the cupboard. "Do not make me repeat myself, Princess" He barked, revealing his teeth. He didn't know me that well to ask me that. "Same goes for you" I groaned. The glass walls shuttered as the bullets went through them. Zayn threw me down and fell on top of me protecting me of any harm. I slipped away and gained back balance. I sneaked behind the couch and tried to get a glimpse of the intruders. They were all wearing black. They all had a black leather jacket with Skulls on them. They must be from a gang. My adrenaline was pumping and my breathing got heavier as I collected the pieces of this secretive puzzle. T

"You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!" As I listened to the beautiful notifications in my head, I decided to take things up a notch and immediately exchanged points for a drone. Meanwhile, Garrett's face was a bruised purple from the cold after a dozen rounds of human bungee jumping, and his voice was raspy from screaming. He'd suffered a total mental breakdown. Snot and tears smeared his face and froze into ice shards in the bitter cold. "I-I'm sorry, Flint… I'm trash… I'm a monster…

SAMANTHA Fuck! My head hurts like hell. What in the world happened? She silently asked herself without bothering to open up her eyes. She then remembered everything that happened the day before. With that thought in her mind, she opened her eyes in an instant.Shit! We got to get out of here. Before he finds out where we at, we need to go. It’s a good thing that they just recently renewed their passport. We can go anywhere. Anywhere is fine as long as it’s far from him. He will find us out eventually, but all we need to do is keep running.She got up with a decision in her head. She went straight to the bathroom. As she was about to brush her teeth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror

But by the time they were released, it was already too late. Alistair emerged to find his family's entire financial chain shattered. Even the overseas company he had relied on vanished overnight. Desperate, he investigated and eventually fixed his gaze on me. I had destroyed his overseas investment, poached his top staff with high salaries, and uncovered critical accounting irregularities in his company. One day, he showed up at my company's underground garage, dragging a lame leg and a broken arm, head wrapped in bandages. He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated.

Those people you 'busted'—the so-called people pretending to be wealthy heirs—merely wanted to take some photos they liked and, unable to afford the real items, bought a few knockoff watches. "You say they were pretending so they could lure wealthy women, but what you didn't know was that they'd skipped buying the watch and were living frugally so they could donate the money to charity. "Because your heart is filled with malice, you view others through that same malicious lens." Not long after Tyson was locked up, Solana reappeared. After a week of torture, there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed. She had even been electrocuted until she lost control of her bladder.

Selling what was left of my soul to the same people who’d put a bullet in my ex-wife. Rossi was already there, leaning against a rusty metal table with two other guys I didn’t recognize. They all looked at me like I was trash they’d found on their shoe. I probably looked it too — wrinkled clothes, week-old beard, eyes bloodshot from too much whiskey and not enough sleep. “You’re late,” Rossi said. “Traffic,” I muttered, even though we both knew it was a lie. I just didn’t want to seem too eager. Too broken. One of the other men, older, with a thick scar across his cheek, stepped forward. I recognized him from pictures. Don Savio Greco himself. Smaller than I expected, but the way he carried

“Fuck you! If it weren’t for the person I know you through, today would have been your last day on Earth for daring me!” “I know I really messed up. Deepest apologies. But listen, the version you got is the heavy-duty one. Your antidote won't touch it. No medical fix, no herbal bullshit. Only way to counter it is full-on sex. If sex doesn't happen soon, it could... kill.” “Go to hell!” I roared, smashing the end call button before hurling the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor, screen cracked. I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, as if pain could clear the fog.

“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.

CHAPTER 38: GIFTS Savage greeted Miss Conner as she passed by her side the next morning, holding a well-made bag. She walked hastily until she got to the workers' arena, her eyes searching for one particular person and she found her. She quickly approached her. "Evelyn, you have a delivery." She announced and raised the customized bag high for her to see and maybe everyone else that was around. Evelyn was amazed and she collected the bag from her, muttering a 'thank you before checking it. She wondered who it could be from.

AMBER The scent of grilled meat lingered in the air as Curtis stared at the remaining bills in his hand, his brows furrowed together in disbelief. “How is this even possible?” He muttered, looking at me like I performed a magic trick. “A movie, the zoo, and now this–and we’re still under budget?”