Gluttony Monster Novels & Stories

Corina replied and looked at me straight in the eye, as if mocking me. "Oh okay" I replied and smiled back at my sister. I'm not jealous at all. Since all the people in the country know that the second prince is not that good of a person. I also heard that he kept torturing different maids to satisfy his lust. I shivered at that thought. We finished the meal and I was so glad that there was no beating today. I immediately went back to my room and I lay down on my bed thinking about my kind of life when someone knocked on the door.

I stated before looking at Cyrus. "Most of you were a dead give away including you, I mean who would look at someone as proud as you did when you saw my eating capabilities" I said a small laugh escaping my lips. "Mässäily" I whisper causing his head to shoot back up his eyes swirling an orange shade again "the name of the demon known as gluttony" I stated matter of factly. "Known as a never ending craving, never able to be satisfied, it can be in multiple ways such as lust and greedy but it's known to fall more under food as a way of coping" I stated.

“ Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around , I fuck them , I fuck them so hard , like whores . I don’t kiss Nora , do not make the mistake of kissing me again , I don’t make love, I don’t make you feel special , if you crave my dick so much I treat you like a fucking slut . I will not be your sweet uncle Vincenzo , I will be the monster who will rip out every last part of humanity left in your body till you are left with nothing but the stench of me all over you. I’m a monster in bed, you really don’t wanna be damaged do you ?

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Connor shrugged his shoulders casually. Darkness fluttering over his face as an ominous air swirled around them; they didn’t know how much longer that they would be able to hide from the truth, that they were living with monsters and sooner or later they would be the ones that ended up dead. “You don’t think that they are hunters, do you?” Glory questioned with a twinge of fear in her chest. She was tired of begging the warm smiling happily go, lucky girl, that she had to play up while she was in public. She was tired of being okay.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

“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.” ---

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

If Elijah wanted to break me, both physically and mentally, no one would be able to come to my rescue. If my family were willing to marry me off to mad man, who would want to save me from him? I survived and managed to escape from the hands of monsters about six years ago. But I do not wish to go through the same thing all over again. I already knew what was waiting for me. Men who are not satisfied with the amount of lavish power they have are the most dangerous beings in the world. Their appetite can never be satisfied and I already knew that Elijah was one of these men.