Gluttony Novelas e Histórias

"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,"

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.

Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever. It’s funny, isn’t it? The big bad mafia lord fawning over a piece of pussy. And the pussy also belongs to the one person that I should hate. The people that I have been trained to hate all my life. But isn’t that the most exciting thing in the world? Forbidden fruits have never tasted any better. Eve knew that when she fucking ate the apple. I dragged my eyes back to her body, her eyes were on me, fixed on my cock, the hunger blatant in her eyes. Does she know that I know who she is?

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

A step closer to me and Nikola got me covered behind his back as if he really tried to save me from the lustful satan. “I know what you're thinking. Her mouth is inviting, her tits are pleading to be kneaded, her neck so luscious. I know... I know it all, pal. The thing in her butthole seems like a wild fantasy but I tell you again," Was he even aware of my presence? How could he define me so explicitly? The hand that was resting on Gracie's crisped shirt was now wrapping his tie around his fist. "She's not for sale," Nikola threw it in his face. I wished I could capture the reaction. "Not now, not in near future," Mr. Gracie only huffed before glancing at me as if Nikola's insult-filled wo

Paul said, and we laughed. Thinking about the whole engagement thing, Chloe was the one that championed the union. Everyone disliked Emily, especially our younger brother, Tristan. He said she was a spend drift. He had to put a limit on her credit card some months ago. She gave me hell for it but soon had to adjust after I told her that I could not override Tristan's decisions because he ran Diamond corp. She was touchy about it. Tristan hates her and her cousin. He blocked David's card after the guy purchased a yacht. They were trying to live large, considering where they were coming from. They were both orphans.

“Because you kept on falling asleep on your classes?” Jin tried so hard not to nudge his uncle at that. Luckily, Sir Ainsworth didn’t seem to hear. “Baroque is the style of… well, excessive ornamentation, dramatization and, as I would say, unnecessary self-indulgence,” Sir Ainsworth answered, sparing a disdainful glance at the overall décor, his nose wrinkling, as though the place was personally offending him, “I always thought that all that had to be done was to peel the paper off and one would see the mold and decay underneath… like the inside of a rotting fruit.”

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shou