Re Zero Gluttony Novels & Stories

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."

Once the rage of the God of War was set ablaze, it was not something small potatoes like them can handle! The situation of Glory Real Estate at this moment was the best proof. They had to repent their mistakes in front of the raging God of War!

"Greedy." Jason rubbed Madison's nose and laughed. "So, please work a little harder tonight." Madison giggled at Jason's dull expression. "All right," Jason answered helplessly. "Of course, as a reward, I'll treat you to a nice meal tonight. What do you want to eat?" Madison asked. "Nothing in particular." Jason shook his head and smiled. He was not a gluttonous person, as he found little significance in tasting nice foods. After having lived for 5,000 years, he had eaten all kinds of delicacies imaginable.

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.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

at "Zero-Default." The "New-Protocol"—the "Thorne-Vane-Sync"—would be the "Primary-Driver" for every "Glow-Child" and every "Planet" in the "Galaxy-Standard." It was a "Somatic-Operating-System" where "Debt" was "Mathematically-Impossible" because "Resonance" was "Infinite." To "Owe" someone would be a "Logic-Error." The Mechanics of the Steamy-Legislation

Amira's screams of agony filled everyone's ears when her leg flew in the middle of the battlefield. Gluttony cracked his knuckled as he effortlessly avoids the countless arrows coming towards his direction. "Hey, Sloth! Stop slacking off. Isaiah wants to play with you." "Who's slacking off? Me? Hey, Glutton! For your information, I was the the first among the eight of us in this battlefield and warmed up with the seraphims," Sloth said while walking towards an arrow in a lazy manner. Sloth picked it up and then threw it back to Isaiah. He did not bother to avoid it though. Before it hits his face, it turned into golden dust.