Lirik Starving

Brandy:  My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me.  Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle.  We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.  Storm:  I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can't do anything right but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don't want her but I can't stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist at all costs. I have to. 

"This is my office. Bought with the money that I made. I made you who you are. Without me you’d be nothing more than a starving, working-class tramp scraping by on minimum wage to pay the bills. So, unless you want bad things to start happening, I suggest you apologize right f*cking now." From the outside, Vivienne's life looks like a fairytale: a nobody waitress swept into Hollywood stardom and the arms of a rich husband. But behind closed doors, it's a nightmare, and one that's about to get much worse. The only one willing to protect her now is Marcus, an ex-military, ex-mafia shifter who won't let anything hurt her. Yet problems still loom. Vivienne's stalker is still at large, her abusive husband and his family threaten her, and Marcus's position as an alpha shifter means even the other packs are against his feelings for a regular human. Can the two of them survive and find happiness together, or will these obstacles tear them apart forever?

He said he was starving… and I knew that hunger was for me. ~~~ For ten years, Alex Voss has been nothing more than Lena Martinez’s best friend. They’ve shared everything—laughter, heartbreak, late-night secrets. Everything except the one thing they both secretly want. Until one reckless night rips the mask away and Alex can no longer ignore the truth: his so-called best friend has always been his deepest craving. When Lena’s hidden world pulls Alex into desires he never dared confess, Alex is dragged into a world of obsession, jealousy, and forbidden desire. The more he tastes of her, the more he wants, and the harder it is to stop. CAUTION: Steamy, Forbidden and Addictive. This is a full compilation of dangerous desires between best friends who were never meant to cross the line. Packed with tension, jealousy, betrayal, and heart-racing steam, each act peels back another layer of reckless hunger. Perfect for readers who crave forbidden best-friends-to-lovers, explosive secrets, and intoxicating passion that will leave you begging for more.

They can’t leave. She can’t escape. Desire was never supposed to be the key. When Elarys bleeds on ancient stone, she doesn’t just open a door—she awakens a prison. Now she’s trapped inside with four cursed beings bound to the ruin… and to her. A starving vampire who aches for her blood… and her surrender. A wolf who guards her like prey he hasn’t yet claimed. An arrogant fae who would wrap her in vines and ruin. A hollow one who watches her every breath. They were never supposed to want her. She was never supposed to love them. But the prison is changing. It responds to touch, trust, and tension. And as the curse unravels, so does the truth: the only way out is through desire. Through them. Bound to Ruin is a dark, sensual, slow-burn, reverse harem monster romance featuring possessive supernatural beings, forced proximity, and one mortal girl at the center of it all. Contains graphic content, obsession, blood, and monsters who don’t know how to be gentle—but learn, for her.

She is still married. And already falling apart. To the world, she is Mrs. Chris Robinson. Elegant. Loyal. Untouchable. Married to one of Britain’s most powerful men. Behind closed doors, her marriage is quiet, passionless, and slowly suffocating her. Chris does not touch her anymore. Does not look at her the way husbands should. Does not notice her thirst to be wanted. Sebastian Cross does. Chris’s greatest rival. The man whose name sparks fury in boardrooms and rivalry in headlines. The one man she should never feel drawn to. What begins as stolen glances and accidental meetings turns into something dangerous. Something aching. Something she can no longer deny. Every encounter with Sebastian reminds her of everything her marriage lacks. Desire. Heat. Choice. She has not divorced yet. But her heart is already slipping. And when Chris finally realizes his wife is slipping away, he will face the one truth he cannot control. She is no longer starving quietly. And Sebastian Cross is more than willing to feed her hunger.

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

During Christmas break, my boyfriend, Trevor Hayes, asks me to stop by and feed the dog that his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers, keeps at her place. I bring a bag of kibble over. But the second I open the door, a huge pit bull lunges at me and bites into my face and arms. Luckily, a neighbor hears me screaming and pulls me out of its jaws, but the damage is already done. The scars will stay with me forever. I break down, but Trevor blames me instead. "You must've done something wrong when you fed Mojo and set him off. You just got a scar, but Mojo's dead!" The weight of it all crushes me until I climb a rooftop and jump. After dying, I see Trevor holding Evelyn in his arms. "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together." When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Trevor asks me to go feed that dog.

My little sister Willa? Always played the noble princess—even during the freaking apocalypse. She was pregnant and still trying to look like some graceful queen. I told her to end it. Safer that way. She slapped me. "Shut up. How can you be so heartless?" Meanwhile, I skipped meals so she and her rescue-pet gang could eat. When I collapsed from hunger, she snorted. "Drama queen. Think of it as a free weight-loss plan." I dragged her to the base, the safe zone, and nearly died doing it. She snatched the last of my rations. "The baby and I are good. Give the rest away." I died from my injuries—frozen, starving, forgotten. Willa? She got crowned a saint. Even landed the baby daddy—the Deputy Governor—and kicked off her perfect little fairytale. Then I woke up. Back to the moment she asked me to swear I'd protect her and the baby. This time, I laughed in her face. "Die for all I care."

She’d escaped me once. She’d not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a queen up on her throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Still she went ahead and seduced me, bidding me do whatever vile thing she commanded. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her new fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. To no longer allow her to deny what she really is. To rip her from her sanctuary amongst the humans. It's high time she learn a she-wolf’s place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord with designs on her. It's going to be me. She’ll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine.