King Of Greed Free 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.

Lie down dear," said the king. Katty climbed onto the bed and lay down naked. "I want to try a different sensation." Katty thought then used her magic to open the bedroom door without the king noticing. "Are you ready, honey?" The king asked as he took off his clothes. "I am always at your service, Your Majesty," replied Katty. She opened her thighs even wider. King Van de Fretas looked down and put his lips right between Katty's thighs. Katty's body stretched to feel the king's lips on the lower part of her stomach. She started to sigh while squeezing roughly the head of the king who was moving wildly under his stomach. Suddenly, Katty pushed the king's head. "Your Majesty, please stop." Sh

“You touched her,” “She was not claimed and you know it. I am the king!” the king boasts. “I claimed her!” the other man growled. “See, now I am starting to have a problem with that.” the man says through gritted teeth. “You got the throne, I got the woman but you had to be greedy.” His voice started rising. “You always want it all, don’t you, brother?”

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something

Everything about this room screamed domination. And seated behind the desk, a king without mercy…. Vincenzo De Luca. Thirty-two. Italian American blood. Asian stock mogul by name, underworld emperor by nature. His tailored charcoal suit hugged a body carved from discipline, not vanity. Broad shoulders, razor-cut jaw, light-olive skin that glowed under low light. But it was his eyes; golden-brown, unreadable, predatory; that held the world hostage. He didn’t run a business. He ran a damn kingdom, banks, brothels, borders. Politicians bowed. Rivals vanished. He trusted no one, not even his own shadow.

His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was something threatening about his gaze as he rubbed his fists and stared at my kneeling form. “She ain’t worth it,” he spoke as his gaze finally shifted from me to Matteo. “If you want puttanas to have fun with, I’ve got plenty at my disposal. Take your pick after the meeting.” Matteo chuckled as he moved back to his seat and sat down, but I remained on my knees, unsure if I was allowed to stand up. “It seems you have a soft spot for her,” he pointed out as he entwined his fingers under his chin. “But she has caught my attention and I need to have her. I’m willing to trade half of my million dollar shipment from Panama in exchange for her.”

"And I’m not here to waste my time convincing cowards. If you're too scared of the Alpha King, tell me now, and I’ll find someone else." Dren growled, holding up a hand to silence his pack. "What’s the reward?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "And why should we do this for you? What’s in it for us?" I smirked, already prepared for this. "What every rogue wants, Dren. Freedom from the hunt." He frowned, clearly confused. "What do you mean?"

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

“Hurt him if he screams. Not enough to kill him. Enough to make him remember I was gentle tonight.” “Yes, boss,” Momo purred, pushing off the wall. I stood. I didn’t spare the prince a final glance. He’d be seeing me in his nightmares long after I left this cellar. - *Victor* I threw the crystal glass against the fireplace. It shattered in perfect symmetry, like everything I’d built that Rowan Hill was now tearing apart. My stupid lieutenants cowered by the door. No one dared tell me the truth. My son wasn’t ransom. He was bait. And Rowan didn’t care about money. He wanted me to crawl.