Unbreakable Greed Novels & Stories

he reread the line which mentioned perpetual discipline, his body crawled. Fadeel again burst into a hysterical peal of laughter causing Mama T's cane to come into action again. "Wrong you say? Isn't taking what's not yours naturally wrong?" He turned his head to the tusk which leaned on the wall, "The only wrong thing here is the greedy rich who still don't get enough of making more money."

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

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.

Sierra said, her voice cracking the static of the room. ​The Rogue didn't look up. "It’s a calculation, Mom," he rasped, his voice sounding like it was coming from a thousand miles away. "If I stay here, the system remains stable. If I leave, the Golden Version deletes the Iron District to balance the books. I’m the collateral for their 'Upgrade'. I’m the debt that keeps the city from being liquidated." ​The Price of Rebellion

“So what does that make you, Gabrielle?” A pause. “Another monster wearing skin.” Gabrielle’s jaw tightened, a vein ticking once, then again. “My pack needs this.” I scoffed. “No, it doesn’t. There are no threats. No attacks. Your pack is stable.” I leaned forward slightly. “This isn’t about need—it’s about greed. You want more power, and you’ve gotten so blind you’re willing to do anything for it.” His eyes locked with mine and I could see it—the hesitation.

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

The Economy of Grace There were no bank accounts. There were no "Asset IDs." In the wake of the "System-Purge," the world had shifted to an "Economy of Grace"—a "Broken" system of trade, favor, and reputation. Ethan was no longer a billionaire, but in Gull’s Reach, he was a man of "Absolute" value. He was the one who knew how to fix the old gravity-fed turbines; he was the one who could navigate the "Surveillance-Dead" fog.

Disappear. But reality wasn’t a movie. And besides, Eunice hadn’t told me which bank the stones were in. The most I had were photos in a file and my obsession growing by the minute. And then again, money is the root of all evil. It breaks loyalties. It corrupts the best intentions. If I recruited men for a heist, they’d betray me eventually. Greed would take over. They’d want the gold, the jade, and the bronze for themselves. And I could never allow that.

"I'm just saying, the girl you supposedly loved is suffering. If that doesn't bother you, then maybe you never really cared to begin with." The accusation cuts deep because it's exactly what I've been thinking. "I need to go," I say, getting in my car. "Think about it, Cross. What kind of man abandons someone when they need him most?" I drive away before I can answer, but his words follow me. What kind of man abandons someone when they need him most? The kind who's too scared to lose his scholarship. Too weak to stand up to his coach. Too selfish to put someone else first.

--- A Love Unbreakable They had faced countless trials, each one designed to tear them apart. They had fought against the world, against their enemies, against the very forces that sought to destroy them. But through it all, their bond had only grown stronger. It wasn’t a love built on tenderness or gentle promises. It was a love forged in conflict, in obsession, in pain—and it was unshakable. Now, in the final moments of their journey, as they stood at the apex of their power, they shared a quiet understanding between them. The war was over. The blood had been spilled. The empire was theirs, and no one could take it from them.