Gluttonous Sentence Novels & Stories

I was in a better position to drink anything as I had grown insatiable to what I usually feed on. No, scratch the part where I said insatiable. Insatiable was when one fed and still wasn't satisfied. In my current state, I had no hunger for what I usually fed on. The wine was always there to serve as a reminder of what it felt like to drink from a sweet essence. I wove off the reminder that it always tasted bland, no matter what sort it was.

Monique raised a trimmed eyebrow and said in a confused tone, “Control my appetite?” She pulled the bowl of instant noodles to herself and pierced a meatball with her fork. “It’s been a while since I last tasted meatballs this delicious. Kinda want another one.” She made a dramatic gesture as she waved the meatball in the air. Henry gave her an exasperated look. “I think you’re becoming a glutton. We can’t have that now.” “Wouldn’t it be better if I was fat? Then I wouldn’t be able to escape your claws.” Monique looked down at her belly.

-- BLAZE'S POV We are now in Sophie's dorm because she said she baked us a cake. "Oh, where is the cake? I'm already hungry!" Alexa said Why is my sister a glutton? He acts as if our parents always starved him when in fact he almost eats up all the food in the palace. "Hey! Mr. Kim, I'm not a glutton and I'll never be don't ever forget that if you don't want me to burn you!" she hissed at me. Yeah. Right, I almost forgot that she can read minds. Soon Sophie arrived with a cake

Destiny protested. "You see? The glutton in you. I adore it." He made a dramatic mocking face. "I'm not a glutton but I don't care anymore if you're bent on being on my neck for that." "Sure." "By the way. I was not gonna eat your food. My throat is damaged and I have lost my appetite." "Sorry, but I care less." "You caused it you know?" "You could have easily accepted that you're a glutton instead of going through the trouble. Now I won and you lost again to this employee of yours who got employed without an interview. Wow, am I not a genius?." He chuckled.

He was insatiable. _____________

Syn explained to me. My eyes widened. The food seemed too much because even though I was very hungry, I knew I couldn't finish it. I don't eat that much. Yes, I'm not on a diet and that's not in my vocabulary but I'm not a glutton either. "M-maybe nothing bad will happen to me if I don't use it up, right?" I was nervous because I might have to consume it. Because even if I ask for a miracle that I can consume him, I really can't.

It looked so delicious, so tempting, each morsel adorned with savory allure that now seemed to mock my stubborn resolve. The aroma, once inviting, now hung thick in the air, taunting me with its rich promises. Clasping my hands tightly together, I watched silently as Joshua enjoyed his meal with evident relish. The gentle clinks of silverware against porcelain, the subdued murmur of conversations blending into a distant symphony, formed the backdrop to our silent drama.

Even I feel intimidated sometimes when I looked at it from outside. Huge and empty. What use is it living in a mansion all by yourself with no one to love you. It's like eating pizza without a topping. Yeah, it's weird how I always compare everything to food. I'm not that of a glutton. Leave that to Scott and Ivy. The gluttonous ones of our time. I sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar.

The urge to stick my head under the table to avoid his cold stares was almost unbearable. "Sophia, I don't give a shit what you want, my mother said she didn't add garlic, so she didn't add it, so eat. Now." Jumping slightly at his tone I shakily took the fork in my hands and cut a small piece of the moussaka. "Eat it." He ordered. Closing my eyes I slowly enclosed the food in my mouth and took small bites before swallowing it.

Words of disdain formed on her lips, ready to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting ambiance. In stark contrast to the warmth and conviviality that filled the room, Chloe's voice cut through the air once more like a chilling gust of wind. "This food is hardly worth the effort," she declared with a disdainful tone, her words laced with bitterness. "I can't fathom why you two find it enjoyable. It's simply mediocre at best."