Re Zero Gluttony Novels & Stories

She spooned a small amount of oatmeal into Zero One's lips The bottom of zero one's eyes are filled with a peculiar sensation, and there is no movement on his face, but his ears are red: "No, I am not really hungry." "You have twice saved my life and then refused to take care of me. What must I do to pay you back for sparing your life?" Mary Kinson slowly lifted her brows, and the gorgeous fox's eyes sparkled with life. Her eyes are much more seductive up close. Mary Kinson placed the spoon in front of him. She didn't say anything else and opened his mouth to consume the porridge. Zero One, who had never paid attention to the flavor of food, suddenly felt that a bowl of clear porridge taste

The other end picked up and I said I need a donor now. My office was only a few blocks away and it took all my willpower to make it there and not suck the life out of some random person on the street. When I made it to my office my donor was waiting for me and I didn’t hesitate and took her in my arms and sunk my teeth right into her flesh, trying to stop the hunger that was taking over inside of me. I drank until I felt the body in my arms losing conscience and knew I had to stop or I was going to kill her but the hunger inside of me wasn’t even remotely satisfied. I pulled away and laid the body onto the floor and made another call for another and a cleanup crew.

Whitney knew how embarrassed she was and straightened up rigidly. "We've got good pizza." Her suggestion was meant to make it known that she and Hollis were employed with Ringo's, something she was sure her dad already knew. "Splendid." James mummered in a bored tone. "Since everything on this menu seems to be ridden with trans fat and carbs, I guess we have no choice." Even on "vacation", James York stayed on top of everything he put into his fit body religiously. Whitney turned to apologize to Hollis for acting like a total bitch about the seating arrangement, but her girlfriend's face was practically one with the menu. As her mother and sister looked around snobbily, Whitney sighed in def

"Set A (1 protein, 2 vegetables): 18 dollars. "Set B (2 proteins, 1 vegetable): 21 dollars. "Premium Business Set (includes soup and fruit): 30 dollars. "Pasta/Noodles: starting at 12 dollars. "Beverages: 4 to 8 dollars." More than 400 employees froze in shock, and the entire hall fell silent. Everyone was dumbfounded. "You!" Cecily shrieked, the first to react. She shot to her feet, her face purple with rage as she pointed at me and screamed, "Moira! This is a personal vendetta! You're using your position to get back at us!

With a huge dining table and numerous chairs. Looking at the food on the table, I realized how hungry I actually was. "Non facile." He muttered under his breath. I looked back at him, narrowing my eyes. "What did you just say?" Instead of looking back at me, he pulled out a chair. "Sit. Unless you want me to do that for you." I didn't ponder on that. Instead, I sat down. "You can eat anything you want." "I don't–" "There are no pomegranates here, Ava. And if I remember, it was the pomegranate seeds that trapped Persephone in the Underworld." He interrupted. "So no, I'm not trying to trap you here."

Now, they had switched their targets onto Dorian, a lone wolf. Despite committing no sins of his own, his existence alone was already sinful enough. Even Niall, who was ranked second on the heavenly leaderboard, had lost Purim. How could Dorian continue to retain ownership over Durendal?

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.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

He continued, "You colluded with your top performer's spouse to smear her, all just to avoid paying commissions? This is beyond disgraceful. With judgment like that, you think you're going to survive in this industry? You might as well file for bankruptcy now." At the mention of him, Jack hurried to William's defense. "Mr. Skylar, I only did it because I didn't want her going down the wrong path—" "Does that 300 thousand dollars feel heavy in your pocket, Jack?" I cut him off, unable to bear listening to his nonsense anymore. Jack's eyes flickered in panic, yet he stubbornly explained, "What 300 thousand dollars? That was an advance on my salary from Mr. Lewis." Seeing him double down, I swi

POV: Zia The smell of Tony’s Deli hit me like a physical blow. It was the scent of my childhood—salty provolone, cured meats, and the sharp, vinegary bite of peppers. It was a sensory overload that threatened to trigger a Reset, but I gripped the handle of the silver sedan's door and forced myself to stay in the present. "Stay sharp, Z," Clayton whispered. He was wearing a dark hoodie, his eyes constantly scanning the street. "I don't like this. It’s too exposed."