Short Stories On Greed Novels & Stories

he asked. “I’m just trying to be reasonable,” I said gently. “Conquering the world is a fantasy, not a purpose. Greed may feel comforting, but only for a while. It always devours its master in the end.” A beat of silence. Then… Crack! Xareth’s palm slammed against the desk with a thunderous thud. I gasped as the table rattled violently, the stack of books toppling to the floor with a loud crash. “Greed?” he repeated, his voice rising into a roar. “Greed, you say?”

He paused, his gaze distant, lost somewhere deep in memories that had long haunted him. “Your grandfather,” he said finally, his tone laden with grief, “was a good man once. But greed… it changed him. He started small, dealing under the table, taking shortcuts that promised easy money. At first, it seemed harmless. We thought he’d stop once the debts were paid, once the business was steady again. But he didn’t.”

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

It would be nice to set up a health center that could capitalize on his amazing abilities and make big bucks! Javier smiled and met her eyes. “Are we running short on money?” Joey rolled her eyes. “Since when is money ever enough? Can’t you see that everyone is working their butts off all the time? Like, look at cars. Those who can’t afford a single vehicle envy motorcyclists. Motorcyclists envy those who can buy local cars. Local car owners envy those who can buy imported cars. Imported car owners envy those who can buy luxury cars! Greed and desire are bottomless—they are what drives progress!”

It was only with those properties that they were able to build their wealth so quickly and it was all there in a safe he opened many times before. ‘...If the worse happened and you aren’t just reading this to be a brat, just know that I tried to do the right thing. I really wanted you to have a life free from this. Greed is a terrible thing son. Know what is actually important and protect it with everything you have. Don’t retaliate, just live a good life free from this’

I said. "Miss Lewyn, do you mean handing out money and hoping for the best?" "We'll hand out money for a few good ones. For the bad ones, we ax them on the spot." "People are greedy, Miss Lewyn," Gean looked at me and said with a wry smile. "They always demand more. Eventually, the good ones will turn bad." "Then we ax them all," I said. Gean looked surprised. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Lewyn, do you mean...?"

He was the youngest at home and could spend as much as he wanted. As long as he was happy, his family would be okay with the spending. He always thought his friends would appreciate his kind gesture, but he was too foolish to understand that one’s wealth should not be exposed, even to the closest friends. When one was too generous, people might appreciate the kind gesture. However, as time went by, greed would slowly take over, ultimately turning into malicious intention. While Clemont was grounded, his friends felt lost and could not spend like they used to at clubs.

The wedding gifts alone were three pages long, and I had never even heard of many of the items on the list. 'Mom, look. An emerald jewelry set! Antiques! And an entire building in that newly developed Eastside property.' The little one shouted excitedly in my head. 'I told you Dad's generous. He must be worried you'll be mistreated. Even if he can't be here, he wants to give you the respect you deserve!' "Isn't this a little too grand?" I hesitated as I asked Alfred. "Hugh is still recovering, after all. There's no need to make it something so grand, right?"