Unbreakable Greed Novels & Stories

"Broke? What the hell do you mean, broke? You’re a Wright! You swore to my father that merging with the Vanguard Pack would guarantee my status at the High Table! I didn't let you claim me just to live like a gutter stray!" Blinded by absolute rage, I grabbed the heavy crystal whiskey decanter off my desk and hurled it violently across the room. It shattered against the wall right beside her head, the jarring explosion of glass echoing through the study as amber liquid bled down the wood panels. "I am fighting a financial war, and you are bleeding my treasury dry for silk and diamonds! Shut your mouth about your status, or I will remind you who is Alpha here!"

the silence that filled the room was defeaning, so much that if a needle was dropped onto the ground, the sound will be heard. Greed is a incurable disease, which once gotten it takes a lot of effort to get rid of it. I thought, watching as Adrian’s eyes lingered on the pen and contract. Before he finally took the contract and flipped through it quickly to the last page to append his signature. If he hadn't been blinded by greed, he would have seen the clause present i had added to the proposal with the aid of Ethan's company, the clause would allow Vale Capital to completely seize the company if their quarterly performance did not meet the required expectations. Adrian's focus was solely on

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this. A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as Christmas present. On Christmas eve, when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was looking around the shining new car, admiring it.

But Tae Min couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier question. Brother. The word felt too small. The VR Incident Later, they played racing games. Haru celebrated loudly when he won. Tae Min pretended to be annoyed, but he was smiling the entire time. Then they switched to VR. “Zombie apocalypse?” Tae Min suggested. Haru hesitated. “Easy mode.” “Sure.” Tae Min secretly selected hard mode. He wanted to see Haru react. At first, Haru was confident. “This is too easy!”

and "Unbreakable-Loyalty." "I can feel it," he whispered against her temple, his "Possessive-Aura" flaring like a "Shield-Standard" around them. "There’s a 'Static' in your rhythm, Avery. A 'Logic-Gate' that doesn't belong to me. I’ve spent fifty years 'Optimizing' this world for you, and I will not let a 'Paper-Debt' take you back to the 'Winter'."

Jonathan Blackwell sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, the sleek lines of his office reflecting the carefully curated image he had built over the years. The city sprawled beneath him, a tapestry of ambition and chaos that thrived just below the surface of his meticulously crafted facade. He was known for his cold demeanor and blunt honesty; in the world of high-stakes business, emotions were often seen as a liability. Yet, as he glanced at the clock on his wall, anxiety tugged at his chest, a feeling he hadn’t expected to experience when it came to Marley.

To let go of the greed that had made him more and more blind over the years. “It will be over soon.” he said quietly, “just endure it. A few more minutes.” “Fuck you!” I finally roared. The man who stood in front of me was no longer my dad. All the hopes, the dreams, the happiness and the excitement I held in my heart after seeing him alive had disappeared and there was nothing left but loathing. A person who can burn his wife, his daughter and her mate alive for his greed would never have really love anyone or anything else but power.

They saw a new world, untapped markets, immortality, and infinite, unpoliced power. Seeing the boys vanish into the light, raw, unadulterated greed overrode any vestige of their common sense or self-preservation. If two kids from the south side—a bruised runaway and his quiet friend—could step into godhood, why couldn't they? They were the masters of the universe. They were entitled to it. "Go! Get inside before it closes!" one of the men yelled, a CEO whose face was purple with exertion and frantic desire.

I held her steady and open, "I'm not fucking done. It's only over when I say it is." My ma always said greed was one of the unnecessary evil amongst mankind. Not in all situations, she was wrong. Why wait in line when you can have the whole fucking dinner to yourself? I squeezed my cock hard, plunging my tongue far deep in her hole as I could go. She gasped and squirmed from the impact. One more flick over her tiny bud and that was it. Her soft cry filled the room, impaling on my cock-- this was fucking torture but it was all for the greater good-- motherfucker! Fuck that! What even was the greater good if not what was spread out to me right now?