Spoiling For Plunder Novels & Stories

We'd had a quiet day, but Jack was always the troublemaker. Jack suddenly scowled. "Uncle, you must be joking, right? Why is my salary so low? Shouldn't I get it according to the agreement? You tricked me!" James snorted. "Sorry, but your mom already canceled the agreement by taking the money early." "WHAT?!" "Maria and Vivi took $10,000 dollars by lying to me, so I cut your salary instead," James explained with a wide grin that made Jack freeze in place. "They even took our parents' names, but they went on a spending spree," he added sarcastically.

General Kyan may be putting a risky bet on this but he trusted Emery that she could manage to pull it off. “An ambush is one of the most effective ways to make the enemies surrender. A scout just came to a while back and pinpointed the camp where the enemies’ general is currently fighting. Lead the platoon there and ambush them this night. Killing their general will surely weaken their side so I trust you on that mission.”

But Bob was unaware of this fact and couldn't shake the frustration of not being able to save more people. After looting the battlefield every crew gathered, formed a line and started to drop whatever they wouldn't take with them in a single pile, from which others would claim the best items they could find. Rudd was next to the pile, but everything was done in an orderly fashion and Tsao was surprised to see no one was fighting over the spoils.

"Carrots in the field for you. Heaven knows how much valuables you've been plundering from vaults and Storage Rings of others. And after all that, you expect me to believe that you have not even one Sacred Relic?" Chu Xun was neither hardly pleased nor amused. "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by 'plundering'?" "Enough blather. Hurry up and give me a good one." Even more annoyed, Chu Xun hissed, " Why should I be giving you one when I'm nobody to you!? Why should I agree just because you're demanding for one?"

Their work is exceedingly abundant in its iniquity. I heard here all of a sudden, and I didn't realize that the garbage made of metal was tough, so it made a loud noise that interfered with the two. "What is it? Has anyone followed me?" Mary's question is that the soul, for money, will do it. Well, then they're the same feather flocks together.

Their relationship was perfect at the start, with neither bothered about money or the future since they had each other. Their love had been pure and uncorrupted until his grandfather died. The old man whose empire was been the largest and most successful in the state had willed everything to Jonah’s uncle and left the rest of the family with nothing. They all believed that the uncle who had always been a greedy schemer had tricked the old man into giving him everything before he died. Unfortunately, no one could fight back because he now had all the power like he always wanted.

"He wrecked my hand and had me locked up for three months. I'd still be there if the guard hadn't slipped up." Old Fox cracked a smile. "So, you've seen the light? Ready to team up?" "I don't have much of a choice," I said, locking eyes with him. "However, I've got terms." "Let's hear them." "When this is over, I want a payout, and I want out of this life for good." He was quiet for a beat, then he nodded. "You've got a deal. I need you to infiltrate Gilbert's place and snag their security plans."

I needed the rest this time, and thankfully I fell asleep pretty quickly once I was in bed. I woke up to my young handmaiden opening my curtains and telling me what a busy day we had ahead of us. I yawned and stretched and as the skin of my hand touched the velvet of my blanket, I smiled. Never in my life had I been this incredibly spoilt. These vampires really had it all, but what did you expect when you lived for God knows how long and you could save up your money for years on end? That made me wonder … If we had a castle … Did we have a treasure room? Or enormous vaults where kings of the past kept the loot or whatever they called it … I knew my father was going to find it incredibly amus

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

Ren read the lore text aloud. "Grand Treasurer Midas, a corrupted machine spirit, has hoarded the realm's wealth within his impenetrable vault. While the villagers of the Lowlands starve, Midas sits upon a mountain of stolen gold. Break his defenses, slay the tyrant, and redistribute the wealth." It was perfect game logic. Kill the greedy monster, save the villagers, get rich. Simple. Heroic. Ren pushed aside the nagging thought—who is Midas in the real world?—and focused on the fun. The lore made it okay. They were the good guys. Robin Hood with high-caliber rifles.