Spiderman Eating Burger

His word is law and he says I'm his.Edward Collins is a ruthless billionaire,a gorgeous distraction in my life and the architect of my crazy fantasies. He charms and tempts...captures and claims her.Between resisting and surrendering,lies the thrill.He knows her boundaries, beautifully pushing her limits a little further everytime thereby creating a space for himself in her heart. It was just a relationship built on the ground of pretence.She didn't expect it to become a raging ball of fire and dark love eating her up with a flaming guilt. When it became too much for Diana to handle,she cried... ..be careful with my heart... ..to all four billionaires.

My online boyfriend suddenly sent me a photo of his lunch—a steaming hot steak fresh off the grill. [Praise me, baby! I'm being a good boy and eating my lunch!] I was just about to send 'good boy' when my eyes darted downward, and I saw the conspicuous red letters on the edge of his plate. Mike Tech. What a coincidence—I worked at Mike Tech too… My heart skipped a beat as I froze right then, my mind going blank. But could it be? My online boyfriend, whom I had met over a year ago… was right there beside me?

Twenty-five students witnessed the dark side of one of the prestigious universities, Hyakku University after they got invited to attend the school. All they thought is they are lucky enough to be selected out of thousands of graduates all around the country but little did they know that this is not what they think it is. The school is located on an isolated island with enough and great resources and is actually a habitat for ghouls, creatures that look like normal people but can only survive by eating human flesh. The reality of despair made them try to escape after learning the dark truth behind their existence and the purpose of the school. Will they all escape? Or get beaten by the whisper of their silent death?

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

"Allah guides whom He wills to the straight path." (Al Baqarah | 213)Aasiya is the girl who has it all. At least that's what everyone tells her. So, why can't she escape this emptiness inside her, that is slowly eating her away?Moving back to Pakistan for her medical degree was the answer she sought, but her life turns upside down, when she is forced into an unwanted alliance.Can Aasiya untangle the knots of her heart, as she journeys through life, whilst battling with herself?Will a happy ending await her, with the one she desires? Or truth will break her and cause her to fall apart?*I don't own any rights to the cover picture*

The ICS breeds only the finest and the fittest, but, there are terrible secrets eating through this agency's foundation like termites. It seems...everyone here carries a past—past' so dark they're willing to do anything to keep it buried. ••• When Lade Adenuga gets handpicked by the ICS, it changes his life in ways he couldn't have imagined. He spends years living this new life, and when things start to fall apart quickly, his only chance lies at the heartland of a game reserve. With his past on a billboard and his future on a tombstone, it's a vicious cycle of survival, and Lade Adenuga is losing. (Rewritten version available soon)

"It's my mother's 60th birthday today, but you brought home your first love, and you're asking for a divorce? Couldn't you have waited just one more day?" "Nope!" "Fine. I agree to the divorce. From this day onward, we no longer have anything to do with each other!" After the divorce, a beautiful CEO, a superstar diva, and even a princess all begin making their moves. After the divorce, I stand unrivaled as an expert in both medicine and martial arts, my power and influence unmatched. After the divorce, your family falls apart, losing everything. I know your heart is breaking, and regret is eating you alive, but why are you sobbing at my feet now?

"I don’t know who you are but… wait, what are you eating? Why are you not sharing it, ah? Do you treat this big sister as a stranger?" One of the most powerful and devilish beings in existence wakes up in a body of a little mortal girl in a humble place that's a far cry from where she came from. After thousands of years of waiting for reincarnation... seems like even the underworld had kicked her out for all the troubles she caused. But why didn't they put her soul into an immortal's body?! Well, beggars can't be choosers. She would just have to cultivate back to the peak. Watch as she tries to keep herself from destroying the world... try being the keyword.

Each of my three ex-boyfriends ends up committing suicide right after eating food that my mother, Florence Winters, makes. Their deaths are very different from one another, with the only similarity being that they all eat food made by Mom before they die. Mom goes viral in an instant. She becomes the center of everyone's attention, and she is even taken away by the police. But they never manage to find anything wrong with any of the food she makes. I don't dare to get into another relationship. I pack my things and move out of the house, leaving Mom. Two years later, Mom shows up at my engagement party. She proceeds to feed my fiance, Lawrence Smith, some food…

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.