Gluttony Novels & Stories

“Things are so hard right now, and I—” “Shut up, Elena. Just shut your mouth,” Michael barked, cutting me off with absolute disgust. “You think you can just disappear, break my heart, and then call me whenever you feel like it? You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut. A whore who sold herself to the highest bidder.” The words hit me so bad, tearing right through the remaining pieces of my shattered dignity. “Michael, no, it wasn’t like that—” I choked out.

Annabel cooed, spoon wobbling precariously. "M-Mommy doesn't do sweets..." Gloria deflected softly, her stomach already clenching at the glossy sight. No diabetes, no allergies just her eating disorder, a shadowy beast born from years of toxic cycles. Extreme diets, yo-yo weight loss, Victor's cutting words they'd warped her relationship with food. Rich, sugary treats like this? They didn't just tempt; they terrified. Imagining the heavy cream and sugar descending her throat sparked an instant gag reflex, her body primed to reject it all.

he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread.

"What stupid fucking plan?" Luca's face constricts into anger. He curses under his breath, and in a blink of an eye, he picks up a knife that has been laying in Gluttony's plate. Gluttony — as the meaning of the word implies — he has been eating from a plate of pie ever since we started this conversation, hence his quietness. But that is the least of my concerns at the moment. Luca has a knife in hand, and is moving towards me; that is my concern. I catch sight of Luca's face as he lifts an armed hand in the air.

I may dislike the man standing at the corner but my love for this is even bigger so I turn around to invite him to join me. “You can come have your sit and eat. It is enough for us both." Like he needs my permission to do whatever he wants. I am not just comfortable with him standiyby and staring. “I am gonna go wash up first." He says and walks away. I pay no heed to him and continue with what I am doing. I make sure to taste a bit if everything on the table. I know that it is probably bad for my health but I cannot help it. Everything just looks so good and smell nice that it is a great temptation to pass by it. It would take a great amount amount of discipline to see such gloriousness and

Her innocent answer made him laugh as he pulled her toward his lap. Aahan encircled her arms around her father’s neck as she put her head on his chest. Yash rubbed her back for a second, “ Guilt… princess is an emotion… a bad emotion, it steals the chocolate cake of your heart and even when you see it eating, you may or may not be able to do anything about it,” He tried to explain as he kissed her hair. “Hmmm..” Aahana was in deep thought for a second as she stayed in her father’s embrace.

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea