Unbreakable Greed Novels & Stories

Not even if you bankrupted yourself would you have enough to bribe him. The Elder who had screamed that out clears his throat in embarrassment. A few seconds of silence before the room erupts into arguments once more, each Elder vying to have their idea heard. Their voices blend into a cacophony of ambition and greed, their gestures becoming more animated as they envision the potential benefits to themselves. I observe silently, noting the way their eyes shine with avarice, the way their scents change as they become intoxicated by visions of increased power.

Well yeah… “Will it be so bad?” “Oh my god…” “You will have everything your heart desires…” “I am good thank you… Do not need to sleep with you and your brother to have what I want. I have everything I could ever want… You haven’t even thought it through Tristan. I am not an object… I don’t want to be owned… I don’t want to be brought… I have enough to make me happy.” And that there was the issue. He could not buy her…

THE MIND OF THE DEVIL ~ALPHA CASSIAN'S POV~ There are only three things in this world that I cannot bear to lose. My wealth. My power. And my sons. I will go to any lengths to ensure those three things remain untouchable for the rest of my bloodline—even if it means spilling the blood of anyone foolish enough to stand in my way. But there is one thing prominent people will never openly admit. Greed. The desire for more.

The deepest rot of an obsession doesn't show when the thief is quietly copying your walk or hiding behind your name; it erupts in a singular, unhinged scream of pure, concentrated envy when the stolen world is ripped from their fingers, exposing a lifetime of charting your milestones just to burn them down.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

Your obsession will kill you. Georgia (moving closer, voice cold): "Obsession? No, Kiara. This is clear. This is the first time I can see clearly what I need to accomplish. The invitation trembled in her palm, but her voice was firm as steel. "Do you know what I see when I shut my eyes? Anna in white, with a smile on her face. Andrew was delighted to be by her side. And then... I saw it fall apart. Their ideal world is falling apart.

Greedily. That’s the part that’s living in my head rent-free. You consented to being used. You wanted to be the key that unlocked his cage. In a world that constantly tells women to be careful, to be safe, to moderate our desires, you threw the rulebook out the window and said, “Use me. Break me. Let me be your solution.” That’s either the most empowering or the most damning thing I’ve ever read. Maybe both.

Over the speaker, they heard the rustle of paper, then Hassan’s voice, thin with fear, recited the words that turned the game into a nightmare. “For the heir. A welcome gift.” A beat of silence crackled through the line. “The game must have stakes.” The phone slipped from William’s hand, clattering onto the desk. The ghost wasn’t playing for money or corporate ruin. He had found the deepest, most sacred vulnerability the child, and had laid a token in the very womb of their previous victory. He had made it physical. He had made it primal. The message on Mimi’s screen still glowed. Regards, G.R.

That lands. Heavy. Because that’s the truth. This isn’t perfect. This isn’t permanent. This is a temporary balance in a system that’s still figuring itself out. And eventually— Something is going to test it hard enough to break it. The Unwritten steps forward again. Closer than before. “Anchor… weakens,” it says. “I know.” “Energy… finite.” “I know.” “Replacement… required.” Adrian stiffens immediately. “No.” I don’t respond. Because I’m already thinking about it.

Below them, the city was a carpet of lights, oblivious to the tragedy 900 feet in the air. "The lullabies were a lie, Elena," Madeline said, her back to her daughter. "The only truth is the Crown. The Broken Crown isn't just an organization. It’s a philosophy. We destroy the old world to make room for the new one. And Leo… Leo is the foundation of the new world."