Materialists Characters Novels & Stories

“Not just mine. Hers.” Caleb leaned over my shoulder. “Self-hatred tends to breed tyranny.” “And she passed that fear onto Daxon.” I turned, anger flaring. “Made him believe claiming me would undo their entire dynasty.” “It would have,” he said. “And maybe it still can.” We kept reading. More names appeared. Dozens of Matron-born wolves labeled as “divergent,” “unstable,” “eradicated.” Each one with their own crest. Their own story.

It doesn't how different or same they are. I'll kill them all. “We have ten seconds before the..,” he didn't finish his sentence. The air warped slightly, a rotten smell blooming in the air with such a force I staggered back. Three of them manifested from thin air. They looked ragged, hair missing patches and skin the color of rotten tomatoes. Their eyes were sharp and lucid, in contrast with their appearance. My men took their stance and I smiled. It was a feral thing, this smile. My teeth were clenched and so was my nostrils.

he drawled. "Women are shallow and simple like that, but it is reasonable. After all, it is a materialistic capitalist world. People get humiliated for being poor; not for being promiscuous." Cedrick took a side glance at him and put off his cigarette. "I meant you." Edwin was about to nod but stopped himself upon realizing what Cedrick meant. He exaggeratedly clutched his chest. "You wound me. I was trying my best to help you!" Meanwhile, at the Mason Estate…

] Mom gave a bitter smile and nodded toward the judge. Soon, dense transaction records filled the big screen. At a glance, almost all of them were from nightclubs, bars, and male escorts… Under the consumer's name, it clearly said Matilda. The crowd instantly exploded. [Damn, no wonder Matilda is so skinny. But it’s not from hunger, she’s been living a dirty life!] [This is hilarious. She spent all her money drinking and fooling around. Of course, she has nothing left to eat.] [I knew it. A philanthropist who treats outsiders so well. How could she possibly abuse her own daughter?]

It appeared that money and power were not all that mattered to some people; stubborn people like Matthias who would cling onto the past existed too. “You’ve never told me about these.” Chester didn’t know what to say. Right now, Matthias seemed so unfamiliar and different as he stood in front of him. “How was I supposed to tell you? I’m just a nobody to you; do I have the right to say anything?” Matthias let out a cold scoff. This old man was none other than the biggest culprit—he was the one who made Matthias grovel at his feet for years. Chester shook his head in dismay. Little did he expect to arrive at such an ending after years of painstaking effort. At the end of the day, Matthias was

“So your plan is to play the saint while draining us dry and letting my father die? Roddy, we’re talking about 187,000 dollars, not pocket change. Go next door and get the money now, every last cent of it.” “Have you lost your mind?” Roddy shot up in outrage. “What’s Lorelei and Natasha going to think of me? How am I supposed to show my face anywhere? Our neighbors will all talk behind my back, saying that I look the other way when people are struggling! Laurel, when did you become so heartless and materialistic?” Heartless? Materialistic? I stared at the flustered and angry man, finding him so ridiculous. My father was fighting for his life, waiting for life-saving money. Yet, Roddy had the

“And what about Justin? Are you forgetting he is soon to be Alpha in his pack?’’ I countered, matching the tone of her voice. “Don't act like you and I are the same alondra. You are the daughter of a commoner. You exist to struggle. your hands are built for pain and work. I am not like you. I have a chance to make things better for myself. you are ever a cursed with this miserable existence.’’ Bethany retorted. “And besides, it’s not like anyone would ever want you.’’ Justin added, Swimming rudra proud to stand with Bethany. I couldn't understand them even if I wanted to. they were mean for no reason. “ Perhaps the both of you do deserve each other!’’ I spat.

"I am the one who pays the electricity! I am the one who buys the groceries when your 'saint' wasn't here! You’re just materialistic! You’d sell me out to anybody for a fancy cake and some jewelry!" Mum’s face turns a dangerous shade of red. "What did you just say?" "I said you're materialistic!" I repeat, stepping closer, my eyes blurring with angry tears that I refuse to let fall. "You care more about the price tag on the gift than the person giving it!" Mum looks around the cramped living room, gesturing to the stained carpet and the leaking ceiling, and she let out a mocking laugh. "Materialistic? Me? Isabella, look at where we live! If I were materialistic, do you think I would be in th

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

Beside her walked Nathaniel, looking every bit the alpha prince, though his jaw was tightly clenched and his eyes narrowed the moment he spotted Timothee. Lydia stopped a few feet away, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at me, completely ignoring Timothee's imposing presence. "Well, well. If it isn't the charity case and her terrifying new stray," Lydia sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm surprised you showed your face today, Mercy. If I had been caught writing pathetic, desperate love letters to someone who clearly views me as a peasant, I would have transferred schools."