Dream Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

Thousands of thoughts flashed in his mind! Money! Power! Fame! Women "TYCOON!" He yelled. "Maybe I can rule this world?" "No! I can have beauties all over the world! I rule them all! His lust activated! As if his hungry feeling is fading slowly! It was effective! Yet he was being consumed by his dream and lust! And most of all he is hungry to the core! 'This ugly is not worthy of my time! He did not even feel my presence! A self-conceited person!'

The excitement of the moment was addictive, and I desired more. But as I continued to consume more alcohol, the consequences of my actions became more apparent. I stumbled and fell, knocking over glasses and spilling drinks. My words slurred together, and my thoughts became incomprehensible. The cloud I was walking on felt less like a dream and more like a horror. I laughed and danced with my close friends, immersing myself in the music and the moment. The hours sped past, and before I knew it, it was already early morning.

Time passed and the light never changed in the room. Ilyria and Suluu slept, they woke, they made love, they slept again. In her dreams, she joined her mother at the dining table in the mansion of her childhood. Daria Agrio was young and beautiful. Her hair shimmered with jewels and her robe was woven of a silk so delicate her nipples appeared rosily through the thin fabric. At her side appeared a series of suitors. As each left, he kissed Daria’s pale cheek, picked up the small gold scissors on the table before her and snipped off a lock of hair bearing a jewel or a thread of silk from her robe. Her mother appeared not to notice. In the dream, Ilyria was seated at the far end of the table,

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

he whispered against her lips, his breath warm, teasing. Her heart pounded, every rational thought slipping away. She didn’t want him to stop. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a hesitant kiss. Matteo didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until she felt like she was drowning in him. His lips were demanding, his touch both possessive and careful, as if he was holding himself back. She clutched at his shirt, needing to anchor herself, to remind herself that this wasn’t just another dream.

He looked at her face as she grabbed the plate and started eating, she was so hungry she didn't pay attention to Draven. He closed his laptop and dropped it on the side of the bed before picking up his plate. He ate slowly and watched Xalia as he did. “You are getting punished.” He suddenly said and she froze before turning to him. “For what?” She asked with a mouthful. “First you went out without informing me and it was not just any regular place, it was a club. Then you took off your wedding ring and got drunk. The worst part of it is you wore a revealing gown without wearing anything beneath it.” He explained and she gulped.

Exhaustion and champagne pulled me under quickly. In the dream, the door creaked open. Luca stepped in, moonlight outlining his tall frame. He said nothing as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs. His eyes never left mine. He pushed his pants down, his already hard cock springing free. I watched, mesmerized, as he stroked himself. He climbed onto the bed, pulling the sheets away. “Spread your legs for me, angel,” dream-Luca growled.

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

His eyes were dark with need. “Are you planning on fucking me right now?” I asked, half teasing, half hoping he’d say no so he could at least eat first. “I’m not hungry for food,” he said, already pulling off his shirt. “I’ve been sex-starving for three days.” He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, eager but sloppy. I kissed him back, trying to lose myself in it. His hands tugged my tank top up. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. He groaned and latched onto one, sucking hard like he was trying to devour me.