Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

I couldn’t resist the temptation to playfully tease Princess Golder about her changing physique. “Darling,” I began, my voice laced with playful affection, “it seems that our little one is growing quite fond of your culinary adventures. I fear they may have inherited your love for food.” I watched as Princess Golder’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing within them. She playfully swatted my arm, a smile spreading across her face. “Oh, Simon, you’re terrible! I can’t help but indulge in some of my cravings. Blame our little munchkin for having such impeccable taste.”

"There are more important things than fucking, you know?” I made a low sound of disagreement, although I smiled. "The only thing better than sex is eating, and fucking is also eating, only in a less literal sense.” Hazz laughed out loud, and so did I. "Ah, but I never thought that way. The sin of gluttony does not exist in my body. I've always considered my body as a temple.” “Are you evangelical? "I asked softly.

His name was Belphegor, he was the seventh deadly sin of sloth. He had been laying on the couch since God knows when, he was so lazy to stand up from the couch and ended up sleeping again. A woman walked out from the room, she had a white towel around her chest and on her head, the towel exposed her thigh as she sat herself on another couch with a hamburger and french fries in her hands. Her name was Beelzebub, she was the fifth deadly sin of gluttony. Her bright golden eyes stared at the man who laid on the couch “ Gosh, haven't you slept enough ” she said.

Leonardo retorts, “ There’s no point to all of this. You’re here to be our maid and maybe even give us a haircut, which was your original purpose here, by the way. ” Something crinkles from the corner of the room, like the sound of foil being folded or crumpled up. All eyes turn to Goldie, who is currently digging into a bag of chips. “Jesus, kid. Couldn’t you be quieter? We’re talking here.” Goldie looks at Leonardo for a moment, and then returned his attention to his snack. With a couple of chips in his mouth, he slowly speaks up. “Let’s go to…Capiz.” “Huh…?” Leonardo shoots a scowl at the young man who is innocently eating junk food.

“Yeah, that's right. He had his own sins and I fucking fixed them. Why is everyone making a big deal out of it? You have shot countless people in my presence" “Those people are different. Flavio is the son of one of the most dangerous Capos in Italy. You just proclaimed war. Do you realize this isn't good for any of us?” "They declared us an enemy, didn't they?“ "Of course they did. We are like a competition. Dromos doesn't like competition” "Well I don't like competition either” Shaun stood up."The same way I ate Flavio like a snack. That's the same way his father is going down. I don't care how powerful he thinks he is” I grabbed my car keys and walked out through the front door.

Hawksley the old butler, who had left the estate years ago to manage the farm in Glendale outskirts for the Gamma. “What?” Elena’s voice was low, as though she expected betrayal hidden below his gentle smile. Hawksley walked toward her. He set the small table on the side of her bed, then placed the cup before her. “What I meant to say,” he began, “is that you must remember this hatred, Elena. You must let it sharpen your thoughts. Only then can you face the storms ahead. Enduring forever, is not the way of the Farrington bloodline. The Farringtons strike back when they are wronged. To forgive… that is a burden for the gods, not for wolves like us.”

She gladly started eating her pizza, thankful of a slight return to the mundane, even if it was to be short-lived. The meal over, Fay had paid, they left to resume the shopping trip, Fay only to glad to leave the restaurant behind, filled as it was with people who had witnessed her continuing descent into slutty oblivion. Her Master seemed to have a pretty good idea where they were going next, as he lead his willing slut behind him.

I had spent years pretending that Matteo's comments didn't bother me, pretending I didn't notice the way his eyes moved over other women when we were together, pretending I didn't hear the disgust in his voice whenever he talked about my weight. But I remembered everything now. Every insult. Every humiliating comparison. Every time he made me feel like I was lucky he had married me. And most importantly, I remembered Valentina. My best friend. The woman Matteo had chosen to betray me with. I didn't know if changing my body would have prevented everything that happened in my first life. Maybe Matteo would have found another reason to hurt me. Maybe men like him always found a reason when they

I needed to not care about Percy. The moment passed, and I blanked my mind concerning Percy, or anything that had to do with him, as I felt the hunger take over again. These people all around me seized to be people, seized even to be humans. They meant only one thing to me, food. They were the only thing that could satisfy the cravings that stirred deep I side of me, a craving that was bigger than them, bigger than anything they could ever imagine, bigger than me even. I pushed my conscience to the back of my mind as I stepped forward to answer the call of a hunger that was several thousand years old

Leaving me and Scott alone with Goliath, who suddenly grinned devilishly. “The prodigal son has returned,” his voice echoed in the room-like hall. I returned his gaze but said nothing, and he continued, “I underestimated you, you have more capacity than I imagined, this is finally going to be fun.” When I first met Goliath, when my grandmother introduced him as her adopted son, he was calm, he barely said one word, he was humble… but not anymore, now he's greedy, fearless and letting me know he was only pretending and now, he will do anything to get what he wants.