Short Stories On Greed Novels & Stories

The world continued to change, bringing new smells and rules that I had not heard of before, though why, I was unsure. To me, the way that things had been almost one hundred and fifty years ago seemed completely fine, if not perfect. At least, that was what I imagined from what the storyteller had chimed about it, claiming that it was the real peak of humanity, if they were to have one. But, as all good things did, they changed, evolving into greedy and vile people who were only interested in what they could take from others; never once caring for whom they injured along their way. Yet, why spend your life collecting things that you are unable to take with you to the afterlife, can money rea

One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score. I stood outside the towering obsidian building, its facade gleaming under the neon lights like a predator's eyes in the dark. The air was thick with the scent of rain and something muskier, forbidden. My heart raced, a mix of terror and a strange, unwelcome heat pooling low in my belly. I had heard the stories, women entered as debtors and emerged changed, their wills bent to the whims of powerful men. But I had no choice. The alternative was worse, my family ruined, me thrown to the streets.

Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him. Greed: this time, it was a woman, spinning around and grabbing at all the glittering jewellery piled on the shelves near her. At her feet, confused, crying and clearly neglected, her two children were clinging to her skirt, their small hands lifted to her, begging for her attention, but she ignored them, continuing to reach for things she never got a hold of.

His lips curved as he set the glass down. “Took you long enough,” Lust said softly. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten me, Celeste.” Greed smirked faintly, the name sounding foreign now. “Mortals adore masks. I only gave them what they wanted.” Lust rose slowly, the motion deliberate, predatory. “And what do you want, my Celes, my Greed?” The air shimmered as Greed stepped closer. His mortal form peeled away completely, revealing the sin beneath. The glow of wealth incarnate, veins glinting faintly with gold, every movement dripping with allure and danger.

Definitely, it would not be easy to hear a story such as this. “Sigh, so even in another world, the selfishness and greed of humans remains the same,” Kylie sighed and rubbed her forehead with her lovely fingers. Delores smiled at the words of the younger girl. It seemed that Kylie had accepted the story much better than she thought. *Of course. Your kind have a deep-seated greed in them. They aren’t born with it, but by the time they hit puberty, many of them are unable to live without it. Greed is mankind’s aphrodisiac. That is your people’s curse. Which means, it is yours as well. I am looking forward to see how you’d deal with it*

They tell that man and desire are one unity because in fact that desire is always in man. It could be wealth, power, respect from others, office, anything. That desire depends so much on the person, but no matter how much they have, they will never be satisfied because people are greedy. But you always say that in this life I must not be greedy, to be grateful for what I have because greed is sin. I try, I try not to be greedy. But recently, I’ve become more greedy, indeed though I know I shouldn’t be.

I asked, strangely interested but also disgusted with the man. "Money. I've always been greedy and I know that it's a quality many people hate because even God hates it. But I am greedy and I want a piece of everything. I studied for 17 years, getting my degrees and furthering my studies, I'm very well versed in business and money. Now I run a very successful business, my weekly income is in millions and my yearly profits are through the roof..." He leaned forward, "but you see, my mother runs and owns an empire far greater than mine. Greed, Celeste, greed makes me want a piece of that and I won't get a piece of that unless I've given my mother something she's always wanted for me. I thought

Greedella's personality was bad, but she had probably spent all her good fortune in life on her marriage. Her husband was an honest man, through and through, and had always treated her well. Women, they are all emotional animals, after a few years Greedella also fell in love with him. If the man tries to go to jail, Greedella will know she's lying. When people are desperate, things like emotions are the water of hope that can blossom in the Jedi, and all she had to do was snuff out the seed in Greedella's heart once and for all.

“If you weren’t greedy for the money in Alice’s hand, would things be this bad? If you were sober and knew that Alice was trying to provoke you, you wouldn’t have acted like a greedy person. It was your greed that made everything so messy. Now it’s good, all social platforms will report on today’s incident. They will say that you are a fierce mother-in-law, assaulting your daughter-in-law and greedy.” This is all Andy wanted to say, he knew Luna's greedy nature, so he always provided Luna with the best things, even his money, he always set aside some money to give to Luna, but he didn't expect Luna to be unable to control her greed, it was her greed that ruined Andy's plan. Luna heard Andy's

“If Hales Mining collapses, it hits all of us!” “I expected a congratulations,” I say, dead flat. “But I guess that’s my mistake.” “This isn’t a game! Millions are at stake!” “Then work harder,” I growl— and hang up. The phone hits the back seat. For a moment, the car feels too small. Too tight. My Grandfather was right, greed really does run in Hales blood. They don’t care unless it benefits them. They never have. I look down at the folder again.