Gluttony If Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atlea

she shouted. "You're asking me?" He asked sarcastically, pointing to his chest. "Me?" He repeated, and Phoebe nodded. "Do you want me to answer that honestly?" Gladwin asked sharply. Phoebe looked up, giving her full attention to Gladwin. Gladwin smirked sardonically, his gaze piercing sharply at Phoebe. "There's only one sentence I can say about Flavia. She is far superior to you in every way. And there are too many paragraphs that could explain that sentence," he snorted. "And what about you? Love? What kind of love do you have for me? It's not love. Nor obsession. But greed. You can look up the meaning of greed in the dictionary yourself."

“So is there any way you can defeat Greedius?” “Greed is a very scary thing. Because of greed, people are born jealous and selfish. They are willing to kill their own kind to be immortal, to become the strongest. That has always been the law of life. However, there are exceptions to everything in this world. If people overcome greed, greed will not exist. If in the middle of greed put a fruit, the power of greed will become meaningless. In love, there is no more or less, only enough.” Aubrey bragged.

“Are you a glutton?” My face heated with embarrassment. “I am not a glutton!” “Just because your body remains the same no matter how much you eat,” Knox continued, closing the jar of ointment, “doesn’t mean you should eat so much. It’s not healthy to constantly overeat.” I sat up straight, glaring at him. “How do you even know that? About my metabolism?” Knox gave me a look like I’d asked something incredibly obvious. “I practically watched you grow up, Dahlia. Atlas and I have been friends since we were children. I’ve seen you eat an entire cake by yourself and not gain a single pound. I know your eating habits.”

"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.

Slow at first, then deeper. “That’s it,” I told Derek. “Suck him while I fuck you. Show them how greedy that mouth is.” Derek moaned around the cock in his mouth. The sound was wet and muffled. The tall man gripped his hair and started feeding him more. At the same time the tattooed guy stepped to the side and rubbed his long cock against Derek’s soft cheek. “He’s got room for another,” the tattooed one said. “Look at him. Soft belly, hard cock, and still hungry.”

Sin, vanity and gluttony is in every corner. Women in shiny, expensive clothes that flaunt their breasts and curves. Men in rare silks and watches, humping the women and each other. They gyrate to the sinful music, some going further as to kiss— no, that is too mild for what I am witnessing. Mouths collide with mouths, tongues curling and stroking, consuming each other without a care for whoever is watching. Along the walls, women are spread and fucked, plundered and pinned down.

When I told her the arrangement felt inappropriate, she immediately snapped at me for even bringing it up. "Daniel and I go way back. If anything were ever going to happen between us, you wouldn't have even been in the picture." Later, Daniel threw himself into competitive eating streams, and I followed his account, trying my best to be supportive. That was when the nightmare began. Every time he went live, my stomach swelled as if it had been stuffed to the brim, like it was about to split open. Eventually, I ended up in the hospital with pancreatitis. The doctors said it was caused by extreme overeating. Severe cases could kill a person outright.

A potbellied young man with beards did not look any good to him. " Chief Joe , do you have any problems with him?" Chief Chris asked. " Not at all. I don't have any problems with him. " Chief Joe replied. " The way you are looking at him is not really encouraging. " " I apologize if it was that noticeable. The thing is, I just feel he is just one glutton that is majorly minded with food alone. " Rick chuckled. " Yeah. I am a foodie. I love food. In fact, as you said, I am a glutton. I eat almost everything that comes around. And it can be seen clearly in my body. That's why my stomach is this big. "

“ It’s great then. If that’s the case, then you’ll be secure about her, not leaving you again. “ The sin of gluttony playfully said with his sarcastic smile. Yes! The sin of greed has a greedy personality like his sin. He want Thea to be his completely, every edge of her. Dye’s friends spent two hours talking about an important case, and one of those was about the eleventh city of the realm. Although Dye was the one who investigated it first, but he tapped them to help in order to have an early and solid results.