Gluttony x the reporter
Kingdom of the Cursed
Whatever levity Gluttony had been feeling was gone in an instant, replaced by an icy glare. I followed the direction of his gaze, surprised to find the object of his loathing was a beautiful, prim noblewoman. Her pale blue hair was coiffed in the style of proper English ladies and her elegant dress buttoned up to her neck. She wore kidskin gloves that ended past her elbows and an expression of revulsion as she spied the host, her gaze cutting from across the room. She leaned next to her companion and whispered something that sent the other noblewoman tittering.
"If you'll excuse me." Gluttony's mood darkened further. "There's a party crasher in our midst." Without uttering another word, Gluttony strode off toward the giggling ladies.
"She's a journalist from the Shifting Isles. And she rarely has anything flattering to say about the royals in this realm. She's been particularly vicious with Gluttony." [...] She called his last gathering 'perfectly ordinary and utterly contrived. A predictable, uninspired evening.' " [...] My brother quoted it so often, it stuck. Gluttony was furious. He has since thrown the most lavish, over-the-top, debauched parties he can." "He wants her to eat her words." "Amongst other things, no doubt." I couldn't help but smile. "Hate is a powerful aphrodisiac for some."
Kingdom of the Feared
"Prince Gluttony is correct about one thing-his feast will make guests wish he'd end them all."
Gluttony's easygoing smile vanished. "My dear, if my parties had the ability to kill, I'd personally deliver your invite."
"That was as clever as your idea to lace wine with slumber root, promptly knocking all your guests out. At least that time it wasn't sheer boredom that put them to sleep." She gave him a cutting smile before dropping into a curtsy.
"Trust me, demons are not just asking about the curse's return. They live in fear some superior reporter with a penchant for snobbery will ruin their good time." Gluttony shooed her away, promptly earning a fierce glare.
Gluttony robbed his hands together, a devious expression falling into place. "You know? That viper gave me a great idea I think I'll offer her a glass of wine laced with slumber root and kick her and her assistant out. Then we'll see who thinks I'm unclever. At least we won't have to worry about your coronation party hitting the gossip columns."
He glanced around a crowded room, pausing on where Gluttony and the columnist stood a foot apart, not speaking.
Throne of the Fallen
Gluttony at the very least ought to know better-he was currently involved in a war with his own reporter in the Seven Circles.
Gluttony's reporter printed this just today.
Before this article was submitted to print, the ever-lacking Prince Gluttony was questioned about a guest he'd hosted the previous night, but he refuse to comment or confirm any part in the game. [...] Gluttony remained mum, hinting only that it was likely a lover sneaking out after overindulging in sin. [...] That the prince would attempt to play coy and fail spectacularly is unsurprising. Gluttony is the least clever of his brothers.
The reporter he was feuding with hadn't responded to the invitation Envy had sent, and he was sure Gluttony's foul mood had nothing to do with that.
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'One day you'll call me Death. For now, Wrath will do.'
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Book bf of the day, I can't get over him rereading Kingdom of the Cursed 🥲💛
🐍 character belongs to Kerri Maniscalco
🐍art by me. credits if you repost and don't crop the watermark!!
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What's that supposed to mean?
Vittoria : *summons Emilia just to intrupt princewitch and leaves without giving any useful information *
Wrath : *about to combust*
Emilia : what if I ask for bdsm?
Wrath: *wrath.exe has stopped working*
Yes, the ultimate love act is killing your mutual enemies⚔️⚔️💕💕
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Kerri chose to call it "luccicare" because the literal translation would've been sparkle.
🥀🖤⛓️Prince of Hell Wrath⛓️🖤🥀 and his ✨🧚🏻♀️🌈 sparkle🌈🧚🏻♀️✨
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"... but I feel like murdering them a little less when I see you looking at roasted garlic like it’s the most wondrous thing in our universe.”
“Aside from you, naturally.”
“That goes without saying.”
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I love how wrath keeps saying things like My Wife or My Emilia and Emilia and the other princes have to remind him she isn’t his wife…yet and he’s all embarrassed and then says My Fiancé or MY Betrothed
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Throne of the Fallen Snippet!!
In fact, rumours were circulating that Wrath had barely seen his court since his queen’s coronation, they’d been too busy playing with chains and knives, stoking each other’s fury like deviants.
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Me telling my mom, a practicing Orthodox Christian, about the smutty demon romance books I read:
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