God Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

"You're interested in me, aren't you?" I couldn't contain myself and poked my tongue in my cheek out of disbelief at his question. He's really that man who was so full of himself. I can really feel his air. But anyway, I'll just make a fool of myself if I deny that his question was wrong. He's a dead-hot, gorgeous, handsome living man. He was an absolute favorite of God when he created this man who perfectly knows how to scatter each of every woman's hearts, and I'm not an exception at all. With his powerful aura, he's making every woman kneel just for his attention. You'll be lucky enough, and others will envy you if he even glances in your direction; that's how his presence screams.

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?

" Gludox laughed at him, shook his head, and walked away from him on the platform. Gludox Portoni, also known as Gluttony, is a Triad member. He is a chef who owns and operates several restaurants across the country. In the Philippines, he lives alone. Aside from that, Luca knows very little about him. Yes, they are friends, but only because they are both close friends of Wregan Leath, their association's mastermind and leader. Though Wrath dislikes the term "leader," he told them that they are seven friends who don't need a leader because they work as one.

boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.” Kael’s fists dug into the marble beneath him, cracks spreading like veins through its surface. “She is more than you will ever understand,” he snarled, the words raw, jagged. “More than this hollow existence you call divine.” The assembly rippled with disdain, a wave of voices sharp as knives. The All-Father stepped closer, his golden spear glinting like a shard of the sun. “Your love is an abomination,” he spat. “And for it, you will be cast down, stripped of your divinity. You will roam the earth as a beast—neithe

"Oh my god, is that true? That's inhumane!" "He played with his mother-in-law's life for his mistress’ sake…" The whispers pushed Keith over the edge. His face twisted with anger and humiliation. "So what if I was? Silvia, do you have to humiliate me like this? Can't you stand seeing me happy?" I let out a hollow laugh. "Keith, it took me until today to realize just how disgusting you are." Caroline jumped in, her voice suddenly sharp as she pointed at me. "Don't you dare put all the blame on Keith!"

“What has happened here?” “Greed,” she replied looking over her shoulder. “The greed of mortal men. There is no One God!” She yelled out suddenly and the humans around her flinched and muttered, many of their faces becoming angry whilst others looked away in shame and pain. “There is no One God! Just men. Greedy men, using the excuse of a made up god to commit atrocities, to steal, to rape, to take. Just men. No god would sanction this! This is the work of man!” “Witch!” Someone spat the words with venom.

I tried to push away from him, but he quickly gripped my upper arms and held me tightly. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The delectable Demi.” I had to look up to meet the eyes of the most disgusting God there is. No doubt my face told him exactly what I was thinking, but that must not have bothered him at all. He proceeded to ask me if I had made up my mind about his latest proposal to me. “Have you thought about what I offered you, yet? Remember, you will want for nothing. You will no longer have to serve anyone other than me if you agree.” I flinched away from him as he licked his lips. Ares was a handsome God, but his attitude and personality made me hate the ground that he wa

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.