Gluttony Novels & Stories

When Jin tried to open his mouth to speak, to answer, she simply tightened her grip on him and he gasped, wheezing as he tried to claw and pry her hands off of him, her nails digging on his skin that it hurt, it hurts and he couldn't breathe–like this, is she really going to crush his throat? “My sweet Sanscroft, how can you be so certain of what is wrong and what is right in this world? Who did? Your precious gods?” she taunted, a vicious sneer worming its way on her face, “The concept of morality is subjective at best. It is nothing more but a bunch of principles made to suit the whims of the ones on top; that is the way it has always been. Right and wrong are nothing more but labels of su

"You know I'm private about many things and I don't like to discuss those things with anyone. Be it a friend, family a any fucking one," "That's fine. I won't talk about that. Yet my statement still stand firm, if she is a slut then that does not mean every other woman is a slut and you won't marry for that reason. I know the notion that you've regarding the womankind. And I don't even want to mention that because my mother, she is a very strong woman, why god gave woman the status of mother?" "Bearing a child and being a mother are two different things. Even a prostitute can bear a child,"

“That’s why the scene after had to be hard. The public edge opens you. The private one catches you so you don’t have to walk out of a ballroom still holding it alone.” She nodded against him, marks throbbing in slow time with her heart, cunt still pulsing around the memory of him, mind loose and warm and unnervingly calm. The gala kept going somewhere below them—toasts, glass, reputations being passed from hand to hand. Up here the addiction had taken its favorite shape again: risk first, ruin after, and the floating quiet that came when she stopped trying to be two women in one dress. Elena closed her eyes. The toy was gone. The remote was gone. The marks were not. And the craving, named an

"nice!' I looked down at my hands covered with blood, I was excited by the newfound strength I gained. It was all worth it. Time to see how gluttony works. Analyze! [Orc warrior]-Uncommon Hp – 0/800 CON- 80 Def- 87 DEX- 16 Atk- 78 STR-26 MP- None [Skills: Taunt(UC), Ax Mastery(C), Hard skin(R)] It had higher Health and attack than me, does that mean I'll take both the stats as mine?no other way to find out. Gluttony! The moment I activated it I could see a blue substance coming out from the Orc's body, not touchable but it was still there. The moment I came into contact with it I couldn't hel

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.

Zeus growled. He felt hungry. His inner devil felt hungry after years. She had unleashed it by detaching the devil from the metal chains that had held it in place. He wanted to have a taste. The taste of the forbidden fruit which looked juicy. Clutching her chin in his palm, he made her look in his stormy grey eyes. A memory of someone suddenly passed his mind. Stella. Immediately withdrawing his hand he yanked himself away as if she had burned him. “Are you-"

She was precious to me. I followed the family her whole life, keeping watch on her. Any bully in school or a backstabbing friend was given nightmares of their future afterlife if they kept up their behavior. Nothing scares little kids more than a vivid nightmare. While watching the family, I saw Abigail’s father’s other sins; his greed began when he eyed the wealthy law firm that he ended up stealing from, only drawn to the firm because of the beautiful interns, there was the lust. Once he started stealing the money, he bought extravagant cars and jewelry for his wife, that one was pride, and the excessive obsession with wealthy items was gluttony.

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.

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."

'Greedy little slut. I arched into his touch, biting my lip to stifle a moan. 'Can't help it. You two ruined me for anything else.' It was true—my body hummed with need, craving the stretch of their cocks even as my muscles protested. But we couldn't linger; Mum was due back from her spa retreat that afternoon, and the last thing we needed was her walking in on this.