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A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

I took a deep breath, then stepped forward. "I heard every word you just said. It's fine if all of you believe I've only been helping out because I had something to gain. Carmen just told everyone she'd do it for free. She has plenty of time and doesn't expect anything in return." I went on, "So, let me make this perfectly clear. From this day forward, I'm done helping everyone. Whether it's accepting your packages or watching your kids, don't come knocking on my door." As soon as I finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell silent.

he orders, looking right into her eyes This time, she dropped to her knees, her body completely obeying his will. "Ha, ha, look at that. I've got myself a thrall!" he boasts His gloating over how he's going to make her a sex slave and how he's going to share her with all his friends infuriates her. She was once at the top of the food chain; she can't lose to bottom-feeders like these. Mustering all the will the both her past lives can give her, she rises to her feet.

Adrian said with a dangerous voice before flying off towards his castle. "You know, you'd think I would be that possessive with me being the king of Greed and all, but it seems they have switched our sin." Micah stated, receiving a middle finger from Adrian who disappeared more and more. "Shall I try some lust?" He asked loudly. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me but it sounded more like a shiver.

The king continued to smile though, moving a hand to place it firmly on his son’s shoulder. “If what you’ve been telling me is true, then she is the greatest asset this kingdom has seen in years. We cannot control them, and they rot away in those rusty iron cages, but if they had a beast of their own to lead them. Well, don’t you think they may just behave properly?” The glint was back in the kings’ eyes. Determination in his steeled gaze, but behind it all, greed. The thought of an army of beasts finally under his control to rip apart whatever was in his path was like a drug to him. Devin pushed his fathers hand off his shoulder, and took a step back from his father, looking back at him lik

a gift and the greediness of mankind. During the reign of queen and king Adwell, unable to wait on the blessing of the moon, he forsook his kind and joined forces with the cold death. A prophecy to save the throne. The first to mate wears the crown. The second wears the crown, and the first seeks out her father's ways and strikes a deal with the cold death.

Hushed whispers. "That’s nonsense!" Kingsley barked, his face turning red. "You want to bleed us dry?!" Vespara tilted her head, unfazed. "Mr. Kingsley, you have hundreds of millions in wealth. If you're taxed even a few tens of millions, it won’t harm you. You will still dine off gold plates and sleep on silk sheets. But if the pack collapses, if our soldiers weaken and our doctors quit, what will your wealth be worth then? Right now, we don’t need greed. We need unity."

One of the guards told the other one and then they walked closer to me. "King is going to be so happy when he'll find out that we managed to capture this Lycan." The other one spoke, I could see the grin on their faces,"He's definitely going to reward us with gold." Greed... Yes, Greed is what leads one to the last stage of their life--The dangerous and unpredictable one they can't realize waiting ahead for them until they reach it. "We have to tell him soon as he arrives," The one who had a whiter skin tone rubbed his palm together, the eagerness swirling in orbs.

Men who had been unloading crates froze, their eyes wide as the couple emerged from the darkness. One of the dockworkers, his face scarred, dared to speak. “This is neutral ground. You don’t own everything, King Dante.” Dante stepped forward, his coat billowing, his presence suffocating. “Neutral ground? There is no neutral ground in my kingdom. You breathe because I allow it. Speak quickly before I decide silence is your last gift.” The man swallowed, his hands trembling. “We… we were told this territory was free for the taking. That the King and Queen were… distracted.”

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.