Gluttonous Sentence Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect this.” Gluttony laughed heartily. “In just a few years, your strength has reached such an astonishing level. It’s really enviable.”

She could see the trace of amusement in his eyes as he whispered the question, yet she still felt a familiar thrill at his question. "I said a woman not a sensible one." "I thought you meant a gluttonous one," He retorted, "Like who swallows their meal this fast?" "Sorry I am not the salad type of girl, please. I make sure overpriced takeouts you insist on purchasing in these five-star restaurants, don't go to waste." She batted her lashes, "You should be thankful not whining." He shook his head amused. "It only makes sense that you think you should be thanked for being a glutton."

"You're so beautiful." "Hmm?" Savannah was stunned and smiled. "Well, it's okay for others to do this, but you... don't you know that you are very beautiful?" "Hehe." Gladyce chuckled. "How can I compare to your wife?" "Let's not talk about this." Savannah pulled Gladyce over and couldn't help sighing. "Too thin. Have you had a good meal?" "Hehe." Gladyce tilted her head and laughed. "That's my constitution. Actually, I'm a glutton."

Daniel glanced at the comment and smirked. "Who do you think you are? I'm not stopping just because you told me to. Let's see if you've got what it takes." The nausea intensified. I quickly sent several expensive gifts, hoping to get him to quit. The gifts went through, but Daniel didn't stop. Instead, he hauled out a giant mixing bowl filled with mayonnaise. "If bacon's not your thing, I'll go for something lighter." Mayonnaise was practically pure grease. He shoveled it in by the spoonful, and I nearly vomited blood from the revulsion.

Hannah I couldn’t quite help the way my stomach grumbled as the scents of the reception’s lavish buffet wafted through the ballroom. Plate after plate piled high with gourmet delicacies caught my eye—tender cuts of meat glistening under a sweet glaze, buttery pastries dusted with powdered sugar, colorful displays of exotic fruits. I chewed my lip, my gaze wandering over the spread as the voice of my eating disorder battled relentlessly against the voice of logic.

If you don’t take three servings, you’re going to look rude. — Three servings? I’m not sure I can manage that, I said, laughing softly. — We’ll see, he shot back with a challenging look. — You know, Lucas, Lyra began, crossing her arms, there are people who prefer to eat quietly rather than gulp down three croissants in less than two minutes like you. — It’s efficiency, Lucas corrected, adopting a serious expression. — It’s gluttony, she replied promptly, causing her parents to burst out laughing.

She cut it into medium sized pieces and deposited it into the soup pot. Soon the soup was ready and she served me in the dining room. The soup was so delicious that I ate and ate until I was feeling like a Python that swallowed a goat. My aunt laughed at me as I sprawled on the dining chair. " Gluttony will not kill you." She said amidst laughter. " I burped loudly before replying. " When you are living with the best cook in the world what did you expect?" " Yea but it is never an excuse to kill yourself."

It was juicy, perfect heaven. I felt him stiffen beside me. Omg omg why the hell did I groan. He must think I'm weird. I mean who groans while eating. Ahhhhh I'm so cringe. I tried not to show my embarrassment and wolfed down the remaining of my food. I finished up but was still hungry. Yes, yes I know I'm a glutton. I told you I ate a lot especially when I was hungry. I tried to hide that I was still hungry but he moved his barely touched portion to me.

I gulped in some saliva and nodded. Taking the food, I tried to feel disgusted... but if there's one thing you don't challenge me to, it's eating. Funny thing is, I'm not obese. I'm just... slim, or in-between, or... who cares how I am, anyways? I devoured... sorry, I'll rephrase; The empress devoured the plate clean with the fork still leveling the crumbs to the tongue. ‘Nothing must waste,’ she said. I'm having a feeling that had she had no one staring at her, once in a while, she'd have made the plate shine like it never had been used to serve a meal before, using ‘the’ tongue.

“The grand party’s tomorrow night—you’re meant to look flawless! You think stuffing your face will help? Food will make you fat. Useless. Ugly!” The words dug deeper than the belt’s bite. He shoved me into the counter, the marble cracking into my back. My gaze fell on the feast laid out before me—steak, fries, the forbidden things that had triggered his wrath. He jabbed a finger at the plates, spit flying. “Look at that! Filth! You can’t gain another ounce, Adeleine! Do you hear me?!” I bit down hard, hands trembling. “Then what do you want me to do? I’m starving. Look at me—this food won’t make me fat. I’m wasting away!”