Gluttony Monster Novels & Stories

He pounded on the wood until his knuckles bled, but the fortress remained entirely silent. Hours passed, and his stomach began to violently contract, his inner wolf whining for sustenance. He cast a look of utter loathing at the boiled greens resting on the table. Disgust choked his throat, but the primal edge of hunger eventually forced him to drag his body over and consume the plain leaves. A single plate of greens did nothing to quiet his metabolism, leaving him even more hyper-aggressive. “Mark my words,” Bryce hissed into the dark, his scent burning with venomous intent. “The moon will rise on a day when I trample both of your corpses into the dirt, and you will beg for mercy at my paws

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Dinner dragged under the chandelier's glow, silverware clinking like accusations. I sat between Jake and Richard, my fork pushing peas around the plate, thighs still sticky from the laundry fuck. Jake's foot nudged mine under the table, a silent reminder of his cum drying inside me. Richard poured wine, his gaze lingering on the faint red marks peeking from my collar—Jake's handprints from earlier spanks, or maybe Marcus's grip. They didn't ask, but the air hummed with unspoken jealousy.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table. Natalie even brought Harvey back to the house earlier this time around. Could it be that one of them had also been reborn? I took a step back in disbelief. How could this be happening? A middle-aged woman came clawing at me like a maniac, and all the women were hurling the worst insults at me. "You monster! Why did you ruin my daughter's life? I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her!" "My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!"

I say, because the other night at The Grande is evidence of that. "No, you're right." He smiles. "He had the opportunity, but that boy will cut off his nose to spite his face. I was wrong about his greed being the overwhelming driver." I notice his use of the past tense. He watches me in silence as two waiters come with plates of French toast layered with fresh berries and what looks like a blizzard of powdered sugar.

They watched him approach them and walked past them towards the maze, and they instantly followed behind, still shocked by their boss character today, first his expression when they said they found her but he could not see shocked then they came his concerned voice and the now he was going to find her personally. What happened to their demon lord??? ( labyrinth is similar to a maze)

like flies. Thousands upon thousands of fat, mutant, yellow flies. “Join us,” he buzzed with a chorus of voices, “accept His Blessing. Be remade in His Image. Join in Communion with us.” I stared at him, mouth hanging open. His eyes glowed a yellow twice as bright as his suit. His teeth glimmered a sickly, unnatural yellow. His face sagged, the flesh loose around the eyes and mouth, like an ill-fitting rubber mask that no longer held the shape of a human face. A nauseating thought bubbled up in my head: If I were to pull off the man in yellow’s face . . . what would I see, underneath?

Without saying another word to him, my hands flew to his chest, using every strength I could find, I determined to push him off the wine bar, yet he didn't budge, instead he tried to grab my hand, which I swiftly yanked away. "Don't you dare touch me, you cold-blooded demon!" I glared at him, shouting at the top of my voice. "Do you know what's too dangerous for me?" I asked, gesturing with my hands. "You!" "You're a monster. Why can't you leave me alone?" I demanded. "Why can't you let me be?" His lips curled upwards and a low derisive chuckle escaped his lips. He seemed amused. His eyes spoke of how much pleasure he derived from my distress, they glinted with amusement.