Re Zero Gluttony Novels & Stories

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

However, the moment she read what was on the paper, her jaw dropped in disbelief. On the piece of paper, there was only a single word, a freaking single word that was written in clean exquisite cursive letters however the meaning of the word triggered Zren's madness. She gritted her teeth together as she read the word out loud, "Glutton." That was right, the word that Weidon had written on the paper was not a message or any other important thing it was actually an insult! An insult that was more like truth. "Glutton?! The heck, so what!" Zren crumpled the paper with all her might, threw it on the floor, and even stomped on it several times.

"You make it so easy to believe that you're just a piece of matter orbiting around the earth." He slid down to the ground and opened the door of his car. "This time around, I'll suppress my intrinsic appetitive desire to consume you as much as I can and focus on flourishing and devising strategic ways to attack instead. I came to an epiphany that my staunch obsession renders me unwary, making me pregnable to your irksome guardians--oh, the thought of them infuriates me!" He smashed his hand to the car out of fury as he remembered all its failed attempts, especially the ones where it's almost close to victory but still ended up in chagrin.

One simple, yet stupid, annoying rule: no touching. ​She'd made it abundantly clear from the moment we met that skin-to-skin contact was off-limits. And I, Lucian Hawthorne, went and threw that out of the fucking window the moment she looked at me as if I was worth even a speck of her kindness. I wasn't. ​And to top it all off, I got hard. ​Got fucking hard for a human of all things. Feeling her soft-as-silk skin brush mine, even for that all too short moment, made me harder than ever before.

The same teammates who used to hype Nicole up were now spewing insults, cussing her out. [I can't believe this! The competition deadline is an hour away, and Nicole's program crashes with a bug. Not only that, it wiped out everything we built. She straight-up ruined all our work!] [Damn it! We spent a whole month grinding on this, and now it's all gone. We told her to fix the bug herself, but she didn't know what the hell she was doing. She kept typing mistakes into the code until the whole thing was completely dead!]

"Darlene... maybe the system is right... maybe we’re just... the noise in the dark..." "Mother! The Black-Emerald light! It’s being Subpoenaed!" Leo’s voice was a frantic, celestial shout from the mercury floor. My son was struggling to keep the "System Administrator" power from being deleted by the "Origin-Protocol." "The 110th layer is a Moral Bankruptcy! If you don't prove the 'North' has a value, the 'Glitch' is deleted and the world Resets to Zero!". I looked at the Final Auditor. I didn't see an enemy. I saw the Face of the Shroud.

Even Noir, Yvie, Halle, and the others took out their refined treasures, becoming vigilant. In an instant, Andrius’ body was shrouded in an ocean of true vitality, ready to burst with powerful combat power at any moment. They all knew Gluttony’s strength. If a full-scale battle broke out, the only possibility was a life-and-death battle. “Relax…” Seeing their intense reaction, Gluttony chuckled and said, “My encounter with him was five hundred years ago. Although it was due to him that I was eventually suppressed, I’ve never blamed him. On the contrary, I admire him a lot.”

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

Even after the meeting ended, he sat frozen in his seat. When the room cleared, he stood and walked toward me one slow step at a time. His jaw was covered in stubble, and his eyes were streaked with red. Compared to the polished version of me standing in front of him, the man he used to be was long gone. In less than a month, our positions had completely reversed. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "You want to know why I hold 60% of Wynn Group, don't you?"