Gluttony Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Novels & Stories

The bar stank of stale beer and cheap cologne, a mix as nauseating as the nerves twisting my stomach. I sat at the corner booth, my knees bouncing under the table. My boyfriend Tony had called me earlier that night and been pretty cryptic about why he wanted to meet here tonight, but something in his tone told me it wasn't good. The dark light of the bar shaded across his smug grin as he slipped into the seat opposite me, far too pleased with himself. "Violet," Tony began without embellishments of any sort. His voice was cold, detached. "We need to talk."

It’s intoxicating, dangerous. “You must be Amara Villafuerte,” he says, his voice a low drawl that slides over me like silk. My throat goes dry. “It’s… Amara De Guzman now.” His lips curl into a smirk that makes my stomach twist. “Right. My brother’s wife.” Brother... The word slams into me. My eyes widen as realization dawns. He extends a hand lazily, his gaze locked on mine, unyielding. “Luke De Guzman. The black sheep. The one they don’t introduce at weddings.”

Raia's anxiety doubled as Glutton suddenly removed his clothing and revealed his bloodied body. "I've been itching for blood, Raia... I wanted to taste you. I wanted to taste June! And now...I wanted to taste Ryota-kun," he said with a grin. He seemed like a psychopath gone mad. Raia's fear intensified as Glutton suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him.

After scolding his brother, Roy looked at Andrius and bowed, “Sir, I take half of the responsibility for not teaching my brother properly. Please allow me to offer a toast to apologize, and my brother will also kowtow for what he has done.” Roy then looked at Venus. Venus told her men to bring three glasses of strong liquor over and put them in front of Roy. He grabbed one of the glasses and gulped it down without hesitation. The liquor was so high in alcohol percentage that even a soldier could not handle the spiciness. When Dick saw his brother drink the liquor without hesitation, he knew given that his brother was someone with power, the man before him was someone so formidable that not e

Instead, he leans in, brushes his thumb along the corner of my mouth slowly, then licks the smear off his thumb clean with a low, throaty groan. “Delicious,” he murmurs. This perverted man, he means tasting the food from my mouth. I'm about to smile, but my expression freezes when I see all eyes staring at us. How could Brother be so careless? I can't believe I've been enjoying this out in the open. “Hey, don’t worry about them,” he says, taking my hand across the table. “This is wrong.” I whisper. “No,” he says with unshakable confidence. “It’s fate,” he adds, and I find myself unable to challenge him.

“Wanted. That’s cute. But let’s be real. Does he go quiet after sex? That brooding thing where he pulls away and stares at the ceiling like he’s solving world hunger? Or have you managed to change that too? Come on, details. Does he tie you up yet? Make you beg on your knees? I bet he’s rough with you—Briggs looks like someone that likes it rough. Does he choke you a little? Cum inside you and then watch it drip out while he tells you who you belong to? Or is it all still vanilla because you’re not quite the type he usually breaks? I’m only asking because I care. We all want to make sure you’re not in over your head.” Brianna jumped back in, her curiosity clearly getting the better of any si

He thinks to himself in pure fury, This rogue champion is really getting on my last alpha nerve. Ronan doesn't stop his verbal volley, chewing his burrito with a huge grin. "Even if your mouth doesn't have an appetite, an elite warrior should still swallow some warm gruel to line his empty stomach after a massive purge. Your body got completely wrecked because your mouth tried to support his fish failure, yet his boots just left your weak frame behind in the dirt to go find food. It seems like you two premium brothers aren't nearly as close as your mouths claim on the MoonNet Circle feed."

I answered. The photograph still pulled at something inside my heart but it wasn’t enough to tear open the scar that Dorian had left on it. “I will call you back,” I said. I hung up and scrolled through the comment section of the post the way you do when you know you shouldn’t. They look perfect together. Always knew he would never settle for normal girls. As usual, Bella got a lot of mean comments. Then one comment in particular froze my thumb. Wonder if the illegitimate Vale brother will be invited to the wedding lol.

Ilaria Two insanely identical bulky man came forward. The smirks plastered on their faces made my heart tremble in fear. "Shall we start, brother?" The other nodded. Not even giving me the time to adjust, they threw a handful of punches in my gut, together, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. I bit my lower lip to keep in my cries, as the ache resurfaced. "Brother, her face should be bruised as well, right?" The other nodded and replied, "I'll do the pleasure. Afterall taming the sluts is my utmost speciality."

My heart quickened as I glanced at the others in our group, wondering if they, too, sensed the tension in the air or if it was merely a figment of my imagination. Alyssa's voice took on an eerie cadence as she introduced the Third Brother, the Lord of Frost. A Lycan of icy demeanour and calculated brutality. His thirst for power and dominance in the pack was evident in the stories told. The descriptions of calculated brutality sent shivers down my spine, mirroring the whispers of the Lord of Frost's ruthlessness.