Hungry Stories

This book is currently under a great deal of construction. I am switching it over to third person and editing it. The new version will be posted seperately. Here is the link: http://www.wattpad.com/35462608-behind-the-mask-edited-version-1-break-in _________________________________ 'Don’t you want to know Stayton’s darkest secret?' He taunts; his voice filled with every ounce of persuasion. It’s like he’s dangling an apple in front of my eyes, an apple with all the answers and he’s just waiting for me to reach out and take it. 'I can tell you.' He whispers inside my head; taunting and teasing even more. ____________________ Bethany Cooper lived in the small town of Prince George with her mother and father but wasn't a happy little family. Bethany has a secret, a secret she didn't want anyone else to know but when four men steal her from her bed one night claiming that they know her secret and that they want to help her she doesn't know whether to believe them, especially since the leaders right hand man, Stayton, is a jerk and doesn't feel guilty about hurting her to get the job done. She considers running but when they tell her of two people who really do want to hurt her she doesn't know who to believe. Them? Or her conscious? Can Bethany learn to trust them so she can learn the full brunt force of her secret? Or run? And what happens when she finds out they have a secret of their own which they aren't willing to share? And to top it all off what happens when unwanted feelings show up in unwanted places?

After a failed marriage, Catherine becomes a stripper and becomes close with a regular customer , Colonel Sanders.

Dr. Amara Nandago has spent years building a life of discipline a respected lecturer at NUST, a woman feared for her strict tongue and admired for her curvy beauty, living quietly behind walls she swore would never fall again.Divorced, guarded, and in complete control... until a pair of sharp eyes and a careless smirk begin to crack her armor. Kian Shapumba has never believed in love.Handsome, wealthy, and adored on campus, he hides his bruised past behind fast cars, wild nights, and bodies he forgets by morning. But when the cold lecturer with the soft curves looks at him like she sees everything he's trying to bury...something shifts. An older woman. A younger man. A forbidden pull neither wants to admit. As Windhoek whispers about them as friends, family, status, and age turn into weapons they'll both question the truth behind their desire. Is it just tension, lust, curiosity...or something deeper? Something neither of them is ready for? When doubt takes root and society disapproves, falling for each other becomes a dangerous choice. Is it more than sex? Or will fear, pride, and expectation tear them apart before they even begin? In a world where hearts bruise easier than skin, *Sweet Attraction* asks one question: How far will you go for the love you're terrified to want?

For 18 years, Eleanor Crumbler lived a life of luxury. Her father ran one of the biggest pastry companies in America, so typically her biggest worries came down to whether she would have pancakes or waffles for breakfast. Such privilege gave her a large ego, and the unlimited supply of pastries went straight to her assets. Even her belly grew accustomed to the rich life, jutting out with pride and stealing the scene with its obnoxiously loud gurgles. However, now that Ellie has finished high school and has no future plans that involve responsibility, her father has decided that enough is enough, and it's time for her to learn some discipline. He sends her to live with an old friend of his, Farmer Gilbert. So now she's stuck at an itty bitty farm, milking the cows and picking the weeds. And there isn't even any bacon! But, at least Gilbert's son Grant is super cute! Will Ellie finally gain some maturity, or will she stick to her gluttonous, prideful ways?

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

A poetry collection. All by me. More light hearted poems than in my love poetry collection. As the title says, pretty random.

A Tsukishima x Reader Angst - By C You clenched the edges of the bathroom sink, falling to your knees. The ambivalent emotions clashed against one another, tearing yourself apart. All the plans, choices, and future you thought you had under control were crumbling in your grasp, bit by bit. It was the distressed fear that burned your skin, igniting the pain locked beneath the surface of your mind. An indescribable torrent of insecurities, neglected, emerged inevitably, trapping you from the escape. You dug your nails into your pale skin, drawing blood as the shadows of the walls loomed into an abyss, but it wasn't enough to distract. The one lifeline that kept you afloat for so long had finally abandoned you to drown alone as you slipped into the empty nothingness, void of all but desensitized fear. Here, it was empty, and you sat there, unthinking, left with the shards of your reflection. They were splintered and distorted with the imperfections: the invariable number, your flawed skin, the bloated fat. You fruitlessly clawed your body to escape this grotesque creature, but, still, the pain was cancerous, splitting your heart into shattered fragments. You were drowning in the ocean of insecurities and self-hatred you created; drowning because of the weight of your expectations; drowning because of the burden of the fat. You couldn't think, not underneath the sea of panic, you couldn't. It was too much, and it was too late to reach the surface. "Stop. Make it stop. Someone make it stop," your voice cracked. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe anymore, a sharp throb breaching your chest. The thorns began to cut, shredding the paper of your reality inscribed with ink that muddled in a dark blotch. You had nothing; nothing to erase, nothing to have. Here and now, all you had left was the shards of your reflection. Highest Rankings: #3 in TsukishimaxReader #10 in Hungry (?? wtf ??)

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It's hard to describe

i like ice cream. i spent more time on this than i did my homework for english.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺?

Just a bunch of recipes I found or did myself.

Are your days filled with no laughter? Never fear! Maheen and Aresha are here! Read our joke book for laughs all day!

Just some feelings I have when my ed starts resurfacing. Day by day. Meal by meal. Pound by pound. *TRIGGER WARNING* Eating disorder

What can happen when you come home hungry.

Rags is brave, but even he can't protect his boy from everything. Some things just have to be buried. In the heat of an Eastern Washington, summer Patrick fantasizes about his favorite comic book hero and wonders if he and his old dog rags could ever be as brave as Kid Colt. When he begins to feel the unraveling of his parent's marriage, Patrick finds out what bravery really means. In Rags, K.D. Hagen focuses on relatable characters and descriptive imagery to tell a deeply personal coming of age tale. Rags is a short story from Keeping the Swine, a collection of short literary fiction by author and poet K.D. Hagen.

Cassidy Johnstad's life was turned upside down when the economy collapsed in the country of Gorbel. In this newly collapsed economic system, only the upperclass of society have enough money to go to bed full, and the rest are left to starve. When her parents pass away, Cassidy is left to look after her two younger brothers. At age 18, this proves to be a near impossible task. When a stranger is found ill and unconscious in the barn, Cassidy is faced with a difficult decision. Does she help this strange man and risk losing the rest of their limited resources? Or does she turn her back on him to save what is left of her family?

Are you confused about the title? Should be. This story is also kinda confusing. Just...read it I'm not giving spoilers. Jerk.

Who couldn't love cookies more than Nina when she goes to sleep the thing she suffers the most is here cookies in her locker