The Second Coming Of Gluttony Ch 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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“Slow down, I can see you are hungry, why then did you say you weren’t when you were this hungry.” I looked down at the plate before me and I had almost consumed the food in it. I glanced up at Mrs Jane and flashed her a smile. I was only eating so much out of anger, I was sure I would have indigestion later on. The entrance door flung open and I glanced up immediately to see Robin walk into the house as he headed towards the stairs without glancing at us. “Robin, you should come eat breakfast.” Mrs Jane told him and he managed to glance at us.

PROLOGUE I married a safe man. Stable. Predictable. Boring. Then his best friend came back from overseas—and I remembered what it meant to be wanted. I should’ve looked away when I caught him staring. I should’ve walked out of that room when I saw what he was doing with his fist in the dark. But instead… I stayed. And then he said: “I’m going to make you mine. Whether he finds out or not is up to you.” Chapter 1

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Possessive but gentle. As they walked inside, her eyes took in the luxurious surroundings. Crystal chandeliers glowed from above, intricate carpets adorned the floor, and opulent furniture filled every corner. The high-end hotel was draped in a soft, dim light, illuminating a table for two next to a huge glass window. The dinner table was spread with a white cloth and the cutlery was a silver alloy. Two wine glasses were placed in the middle of the table right next to the candle. And as he said, there wasn't another soul in sight. It's just the two of them.

Chase sprang to his feet, looking like a man caught hiding a stray cat in his bedroom. Paul alone showed no reaction. That came as no surprise. He was a shortsighted old man who stubbornly refused to wear his glasses. Half the time, he barely knew what he was looking at. I would not have been surprised if he struck up a conversation with a tree just because the trunk looked shapely from afar. When he finally realized it was me, he shot me a look filled with silent annoyance. I walked past the dining table and casually picked up a peeled prawn, popping it into my mouth. "Please, go on. I'm just here to collect a few things. Bye, darlings."

"Let's not do this, Hilda… We're all family…" She whipped around like a cat with its tail stepped on. After violently shaking off his hand, she shrieked, "Family? No one's family here! Since when does family get to eat for free and steal from me?" She jabbed a finger at Barron's nose and continued lashing out, "I'm telling you—say one more word for them, and you're sleeping in the pigsty tonight!" Barron shuddered from her yelling. All the fight drained out of him.

"Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.” "And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”

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So I'll hit him where I can: his wallet. Will it bankrupt him? Of course not. He's an Alpha with resources I can't even comprehend. But God, it feels good to swipe that black card over and over, watching the numbers climb higher with each purchase. I hope he's furious when he sees the bill. I hope it ruins his whole day. "I'm starving," Chloe announces, shifting her bags to her other arm. "Can we please get food?" "Yes, please," I sign, my stomach growling in agreement.