God Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

“Are you referring to the time you made our son kneel all night on your brother’s death anniversary until he caught a severe fever? Or when you left us behind at gunpoint, choosing to abandon your wife and child?” My voice turned cold as ice. “From the moment you made that choice, James, there was nothing left between us, except hatred.” Gasps rippled through the room. All eyes turned toward him—some shocked, others filled with disgust. As it turned out, he wasn’t Luke, but Luke’s brother James, who abandoned his own wife and son just to claim the throne. Hilary’s face twisted in panic. She lunged forward, grabbing my arm. “You’re lying! You filthy woman! He’s the Don. He’s my husband, Luke!

Levi raised an eyebrow, "If they felt guilty, they would have stopped." Listening to Levi's answer, Bella chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You are wrong, although I am not a psychologist, I think the two of them at some moment or moment really felt guilty and sorry towards me. But they cannot overcome the exciting temptation of adultery.” “The temptation of adultery?” Levi softly repeated her words.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

"We smile. We negotiate. We pretend we are civilized. And then we go home and sharpen our knives for the next century of quiet war." "Sounds exhausting." "It is." I picked up a piece of toast. Took a bite. It was perfect. Buttery, warm, slightly charred at the edges. I hated how good it was. "What happens at this Conclave that requires a Null?" I asked between bites. Kael leaned back in his chair. The firelight from the hearth painted shadows across his face.

They were an old-money family with deep pockets, connections, and ruthless tactics. Their eldest son, Henry Somerset, was a notorious playboy who leveraged his family's influence to bully anyone who got in his way. At the bidding hall, he cornered Piper, who was now my company's lead technical representative. "Well, well, if it isn't Ms. Wright of Apex Draconic Technologies…" He sneered. He had greased-back hair and a sleazy look in his eyes. "I heard your brother is quite the fighter, but I wonder if you're just as impressive in bed."

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Envy: hollow and ravenous. The ground groaned as Gluttony emerged—bloated, lips wet and stained, each breath a wet wheeze. Their robe writhed, bulging as if something inside still fed. A belt of gnawed bones clinked at their waist. They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.