Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

I failed in a way, however, allowing someone else take order when I was the one in charge. My attention was drawn back the monster before me. Gabriel. His name in itself sounded like he had fallen from heaven and into the void of the universe. Of course I couldn’t compare him to the angel, more so the devil’s spawn that was meant to make my life a torment if I continue to allow him to be standing next to me. “You need to eat.” Came the demand. His tone more controlling than I’d like to be. He set the tray on an end table that was next to my bed. As if sensing my hesitation, he picked up the glass and took a sip. “Nothing to be concerned. It’s safe.”

Gluttony laughed and was about to grab Shane by the collar when a war axe suddenly cam flying towards his direction. "That angel," He muttered under his breath and then dashed into the sky. In just a minute after Gluttony left, Shane received a punched from Damien on the back of his head which almost made him throw his brain up. "Do you have a fucking death wish, Shane?" Damien asked unbelievably. Shane shrugged. He was about to return Damien's punch when the atmosphere suddenly turned heavier. From the other side of the Mystic Ring was another batch of thousands of angels coming to back up their comrades and on the other side are another horde of demons being lead by one of the seven rulers

It felt like a dé·jà vu. Where it had ended in an elevator the last time, it now extended to another scene. And the scene wasn't anything simple or expected but something beyond my imagination – an intimate scene with Kim! Of all the men out there, why him? I even had trouble forgetting that scene with him on the beach one time. Zed is now my husband and should only be the only man in my mind. I was betraying him already by imagining Kim during those unsatisfied moments I had with him.

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, Lily. I'm just glad I can be a part of it." As they leaned in for a kiss, Lily couldn't help but think about how different her life had become. She had gone from feeling trapped and worthless in her marriage to Mark, to finding love and success with Ethan. It was a dream come true, and she was determined to hold onto it with everything she had. But as Lily's life improved, Mark's jealousy festered. He couldn't stand the thought of her moving on and finding happiness with someone else, especially someone as successful and powerful as Ethan. Mark became obsessed with finding a way to bring Lily down and ruin her newfound happiness.

“Five hundred million euros? She humiliated herself.” “No,” Caesar replied coolly. “You did that the moment you turned a charity auction into a bidding war—treating me like some prize to be claimed.” She let out a scoff. “It was just an auction. I was participating.” “No—you were provoking her. You wanted to embarrass her in front of everyone.” he retorted. “She’s not your equal, Caesar,” Anastasia snapped. “She doesn’t belong in our world.” “And yet she has more dignity, more grace, and more spirit than anyone in it,” he shot back without hesitation. “She doesn’t need your approval—and neither do I.”

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

"I didn't accept the promotion to control you, Darlene. I accepted it because the High Council told me that if I didn't become the God of the Twenty-Eighth Cycle, they would let the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fifth Layer wake up the First Alpha’s Original Sins—the ones who first ate the Heart of the First Luna." I gripped the Sovereign-Fang, the red-gold sinew pulsing with the frequency of a coming apocalypse. "The Original Sins? I thought the Pack killed them". Jackson’s eyes turned into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight as he vanished into the static. "The Nineteenth Cycle didn't end with a death, Darlene. It ended with a System-Restore, and the Cannibal-Pack is the one who just Woke up

Every sinner receives punishment equal to the chief sin they have committed, in an ever grislier dose of poetic justice. I know I’m going to faint any second so as soon as this thought occurs to me, tiny pieces of wire creep delicately under my eyelids to keep them from closing. Insistent electric charges also zap my vision right back into focus as though to remind me not to look away or I’d miss the show. “Sub-level 4. Money-hoarders, squanderers and corrupt politicians. Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where gentlemanly Death shall come like a thief in the night and all that.”

“No, dad.” Tilting his head in front of her as if he was trying to solve a puzzle, he replied. “Then are you feeling what humans mostly feel? The sin of sloth, are you perhaps feeling bored?” Is getting bored a sin? Reading her mind, he fed her curiosity. “Yes. The sin of sloth will lead to the sin of gluttony and the sin of greed, and the cycle goes on. That is one of the roots of depravity in the human world, which demons feast on daily. I can turn Gukasho into a toy for you if you are bored.”

I still remembered his cold fingers gripping my jaw in that dark basement, the hatred in his eyes so deep it almost devoured me. "Nick Wheaton sent me this useless thing? Is he mocking me? Tell him—this game has only just begun." I died in the second winter of our marriage—my body covered in bruises, abandoned in the snow to starve. As my soul drifted above the frozen ground, I saw him standing over my corpse for a long, long time. There was no satisfaction in his eyes, only an endless, suffocating darkness. And I saw the Wheaton family thriving after my death, feeding off the fortune they had stolen from my mother's legacy.