Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

DAHLIA : “I know how people like you function; I met numerous like you. Let me tell you a tale: one of my experiences around the world. Inexperienced, heartless and so beautiful like a rose with numerous thorns. You escape your parents to experience life, dreaming about glory and proving to people you are someone they can’t reach. Living in your own world, a separate dimension made from fantasies. But you’re wrong, life is always about reality not dreams. Money, wealth, love, sex, you put yourself out there. You become greedy and you grow with your greed eating your life because you never experienced wealth. You are ready to sacrifice anything for your goal and become powerful. Unfortunately

The thin denim inseam cut into her full pussy and spread it. Ella snared her thumbs in the pockets, contorted bashfully on crossed feet, and said, “She would say, Derek, you ought to show your sister what befalls underhanded young girls who dress like skanks.” He turned her around, yanked her shorts down and bowed her over the table. That fat twat of hers postured for him between her thighs. Its internal pink sparkled and addressed him, “Take me.” Derek's dreams blended with rapid eye movement rest and went to dreams. The boo he had been playing with drifted over his stomach. Perhaps he would have a wet dream, similar to Robert.

"There are more important things than fucking, you know?” I made a low sound of disagreement, although I smiled. "The only thing better than sex is eating, and fucking is also eating, only in a less literal sense.” Hazz laughed out loud, and so did I. "Ah, but I never thought that way. The sin of gluttony does not exist in my body. I've always considered my body as a temple.” “Are you evangelical? "I asked softly.

But just as quickly as the dream began, it transformed into a harsh reality—I was in Elena's room, reliving the kiss we had shared. In that moment, I couldn't ignore the overwhelming desire that coursed through me. The guilt and shame that usually accompanied thoughts of Elena seemed to fade away, replaced by an insatiable longing. I wanted more—more of her touch, more of her presence. The line between my dreams and reality blurred, and I found myself succumbing to the irresistible temptation.

Rex mumbled. “Me either.” Zac added with a look of disgust on his face. “He is about to eat everything, and then I won’t be able to make anything else for breakfast.” Alec groaned. “Maybe he will stop when he gets full.” Caleb let out an awkward chuckle. “Doubtful. Gluttony is an excessive consumption of food. He won’t stop. He might stop long enough to throw up, but he will keep eating and drinking until he is satisfied. From what I can tell, he will never be satisfied.” Hunter spoke.

“Your memories… they’re back?” Gluttony shrugged, biting into the burger again. “Yep. Vacation’s over.” He gestured to the battlefield. “And damn, you all throw the best parties.” The Sins stared at him. Greed cursed. Lust rolled her eyes. Pride smirked. Sloth blinked slowly, unimpressed. Lilith just smiled. Gluttony stretched, bones cracking. “Alright, kiddies. Let’s clean up this mess before master and his mate which I just heard of, comes back from hell."

“To be honest I want to dream and wish for a man of my own, but right now we should all be worried about how we are going not to get our heads cut off” Glory laments. She still could not swallow the hard pill of how she had treated the wife of one of the most feared and dreaded mafia lords.

I relaxed on the bed, staring at the ceiling while hoping that this could be some kind of dream that I had refused to wake up from but what exactly is worth dreaming about? My stomach growled again, "you better shut the fuck up... you've eaten your fill," I turned to the other side ignoring the urgent call of my stomach. If I end up eating these pastries, it would show that he has won but if I don't... "Argh..." I ruffled my hair letting out a stressed sigh and a heavy grunt, hitting the bed harshly. I turned to the side of the pastries, staring at it then staring at my stomach, "can you just let me win for once?"

I’m trying to calm my heart, but it’s not working. I can see the woman closing the distance quickly between us, the wide open barn door that I didn’t even notice being opened behind her letting moonlight pierce the dark room. She’s wrapping her hand around my arm as my resolve crumbles and everything is disappearing. I can barely make out her features through the dream distortion. Her eyes come through though, shining yellow and filled with rage and purpose. They bore into me, and make my soul shiver. “Run away from the pain and back to your master. You have three days before your mark will kill you.” Were the last haunting words floating through my mind as I forced out of my dream.

This was pure temptation, and she prayed for the strength to overcome it after this weekend. Delaney's moans filled the room as waves of ecstasy coarse through her entire body. She willingly gave in to the sins of the moment. 'Guilt can come later,' she thought. To Adonis, it was a dream come through. He never believed this day would finally come. A day he'd finally have the object of his earnest desires laying bare under his body again while he devoured her with every sense of hunger he'd harbored all these years. A day he'd make her feel the weight of all he had endured. If only she knew the depths of his hunger, she'd prepare herself to be knocked out because he wasn't sure she was ready