Gluttony If Novels & Stories

Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor. I may be biased, but I always believed Gluttony to be the best room out of the seven, next to Lust and Greed, who almost entertained the same amount of guests as Gluttony did. It was funny watching all the clueless souls walk around the club damning themselves even further and making deals with without realizing the actual weight those deals held over them.

He said shaking his head. "What's that?" She asked. "Gluttony." He said, "It's gluttony." "You dick head." She slapped him hard on his arm and got more vexed when he laughed instead of yelping in pain. "I am absolutely right." He said dodging the second hit, "You finished all the snacks and went for more." "And so?" "I had only a cup of popcorn." He shrugged, "You are gluttonous, you finished the entire packs of snacks and went for more."

Kaelen swallowed. Gluttony growled, actually growled, shadowy purple energy coiling around his shoulders. “He goes with me.” “With us,” Lucifer corrected sharply. Gluttony bared teeth. “With. Me.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Jealousy is unbecoming.” “It’s not jealousy,” Gluttony hissed, pulling Kaelen closer, “it’s possession.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Not interested Gluttony, fuck I have my Amor Meus, fucking asshole."

He let instinct and lust wash him into the euphoria of this delicious meal. The spaghetti was delicious and pampering the tongue. In no time he had finished half portion on his plate. He had never eaten this greedily. He always kept things organized and calm. The result of the high discipline that he applies to himself, he should not be in a hurry to do something. Through a failure in the past, he learned many things that rushing is not a good thing. The last time he did anything in a hurry, he risked his pride and embarrassed his parents. And because of that he always did things slowly and quietly. Everything must be well thought out, what are the pros and cons of every action he takes? He

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.

“Every year, they sink deeper into mindless gluttony.” “Gluttony,” murmured Nyra, reclining in her chair carved from bone, “is the only time they remember they are alive by being less mortal.” Her voice was a hiss softened into silk, her crimson lips curling with amusement. “Let them have their feast.” ---

He wore a bored look, much like Gluttony who was lathering butter onto some toast as his eyes whipped between Wrath and the Mystery Man. Envy's aura was a bit more subtle than the others. His influence was there but not as strong. Maybe he was reeling it in, controlling the intensity of it. The same didn't go for Gluttony, however, his influence was persistent. My mouth watered at the array of cakes, and sweets decorating their table. Fuck. I dug my nails into my palms but it didn't stop, I could hear my stomach in my ears even though I'd eaten back at Wrath's suite.