Mr Krabs Greed Novels & Stories

"I don't care just give me back my wife and child, please, I can't believe it even has to come to this... like what's wrong with you Conrad? are you going through some shits, do you need medical help? because I think you do, mind you everything I own is yours, you have credit card, I've never told you that you spend much on it, whatever is yours is mine so where the fuck did the greed come from? so what now destroy the friendship you have with me? ruin your life and be wanted by the FBI? go into hiding? all because of what exactly?" "It's easy for you to say because you were born with everything on your table ". "And I invited you to that table, I brought you there, I made it out table, a ta

Grandma said with a mock sneer. “You don't need to worry, Granny. I’m the boss and I can still take care of you both even if I lose money. Besides, I have people who handle things there. Just stay here in peace and don't worry about me. I’ll take care of things.”Nathan replied seriously. He was so serious that Grandma became speechless. Her chest ached and she wished she could bash him up for his shamelessness. She gritted her teeth and glared at him coldly, “Who cares about you?! Can't you read the room?! Leave! We don't want you here!” Granny scolded while pointing at the door.

“Zeke, I swear....I didn’t know a thing like that. Damien? Embezzling? That doesn’t even make sense.” Zeke didn’t blink. “He is a successful man,” I pushed, desperation tightening my voice. “He already owns his company. He is.... he is a millionaire. Why would he need to steal?” Zeke’s laugh was hollow, sharp, dangerous. “Because greed doesn’t care how many zeroes are already in the account.”

She turned to me then, eyes gleaming. “Tell me something, Mia. Has he told you everything? The real reason he stepped down from his father's board? The deal he made to keep Declan Enterprises above water three years ago?” Harry’s jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. “You need to leave,” he said. “I’ll leave,” she agreed. “After she asks you the one question she’s now dying to know.” She leaned close. Whispered it like poison in my ear. “What did he destroy to build his empire?”

“Don’t even flatter yourself. She’s the one who offered to give you up and yet you delude yourself that she loves you more. Wake up, bro.” Slade polishes off the last of his drink and flashes a wicked grin, leaning close to Brax. “Still bitter? You always did everything like it was a competition. Money, power, women, rules.” Then his icy blue–wrong, harsh grey eyes rivet back to me. “No wonder she looks so tense around you.” Like that isn’t enough, his eyes linger long enough to make unease crawl along my spine and my blood freeze. I almost shrink behind Brax’s frame.

He was putting on a serious look. "You expect me to just rat my boss out to you, really?" I twitched my nose at him. "The bag." Hardie gnawed and almost the same second, a huge bag was dropped down before me. Hardie bent down to open the bag and I could swear on my life, the dollars in there could feed a thousand family for hundred years. Greed kicked in as my weak eyes twitched in delight. Man, if I can lay my hands on this, I'm leaving the states as possible as I can but then...

In fact, he can also misappropriate it. 1.5 billion ... Anna swallowed saliva and began to speak hoarse. 'Maybe Mr.Wharton just doesn't want to spend Kristen's sister's money.' God, 1.5 billion. What's wrong with Mr.Wharton? Just take out a small goal and you can make up the capital chain, and then return it! But aside from this, Mr.Wharton is a real man, a real man.

"What do you mean, I am ambitious?" Miriam let out a laugh. “Isn't that true? You thought Papa would leave me the restaurant and inn in Batangas so you agreed to let us get married, didn't you? That's why you were angry when you found out that it went to my brother and mine was the coffee farm? But when you think about it, isn't there more money on the farm?” she teased the man. "Are you saying that I am greedy?"

It was almost midnight and the idiot was still in his fancy suit. Hiding all of her annoyance away, Sabrina walked towards his direction, as the clicking of her heels echoed around the place making him notice her instantly “Ms. Clarke,” Said a not so happy James Gibbons. “It's about time.” He added rudely, not even saying hi, standing up from the steps. She mentally rolled her eyes at that. Even though she's rich herself, this is the exact reason why she disliked rich people They call themselves successful and act like they own the world because they have this paper with value we call “Money”.

he asked like a child waking from a good dream. “Oh dear, sir, it’s right here!” Drick said as he handed over a sack of seafood, while Dark was still groping around with his eyes closed, as if playing rock-paper-scissors with the air. “Squid! The monster—oh wait, the crab! Hurry! Honey might get upset!” Dark whispered nervously, grabbing the squid that almost slipped and stuck to his face. Drick could only shake his head, holding back laughter. “Sir, you’ve really mastered snoring more than I mastered fishing.”