Does 'A Hunger Like No Other' Have A Happy Ending?

I was adopted. They were so good to me that every night before I fell asleep, I prayed to grow up healthy and happy in this home. Then Mom got pregnant. I hid under my covers and cried all night, quietly packing the little suitcase I had arrived with. But they didn't send me away. They loved me even more. The day my brother was born, Mom took my hand and gently stroked my head. "Having an older sister," she said, "is why we have a younger brother." Dad lifted me above his head and spun me around laughing. "Lily is our family's lucky star — our most beloved baby!" I finally stopped dreading every single day. I thought I had truly become part of this family. Then my brother snapped my favorite Barbie in half. I pushed him. He stumbled, sat on the floor, stared for two seconds, and burst into tears. Mom panicked, shoved me aside, and pulled him into her arms, asking over and over if he was hurt. Dad came running. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall, eyes blazing. "Is this what I raised you all these years for — to bully your brother? Believe me when I say I will send you straight back to—"

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

She lied on the snow cover ground in front of me. Shivering and barely alive. I stared at her, curious of this simple little life before me. Her scent was all I could smell, which is how I found her. From the moment I had laid eyes on her in the lodge back at the ski resort, I knew that I had to have her. I shifted and quickly picked her up holding her close to my warm body and quickly made my way to the cabin near by. Matto had never found someone that intrigued him as much as she did. He still was unsure why, but all he knew was that it pained him to be away from her. Now holding her so close as she clung to life he found himself afrai the snow cover ground in front of me. Shivering and barely alive. I stared at her, curious of this simple little life before me. Her scent was all I could smell, which is how I found her. From the moment I had laid eyes on her in the lodge back at the ski resort, I knew that I had to have her. I shifted and quickly picked her up holding her close to my warm body and quickly made my way to the cabin near by.

His Hunger, My Curse – Book Description Lena Carter was just an ordinary woman, struggling to pay rent and survive in a city that never sleeps. But the night she met Adrian Blackwell, everything changed. Mysterious, dangerously handsome, and dripping in unimaginable wealth, Adrian is no ordinary billionaire—he is a vampire, a predator lurking in the shadows of power. And for some reason, he has chosen her. When Lena accepts his offer to protect her, she unwittingly binds herself to a world of dark desires, ancient curses, and deadly secrets. Adrian is obsessed with her, drawn to her in ways even he can’t explain. But as she falls deeper under his spell, she begins to uncover a truth far more terrifying—she’s not just Adrian’s weakness. She may be his undoing. Now, trapped between a love that could consume her and a curse that could destroy them both, Lena must decide: run while she still can, or surrender to the hunger that binds them. But in Adrian’s world, escape is never an option.

When Lexie Thomas graduates from college, she follows her dream of moving south with her best friend Emily. But after just a few days she begins to wonder if she is out of her league trying to fit in with her wealthy friend. Lexie quickly falls for Tyler Conner, Emily's older brother but his hot and cold feelings towards her may lead her into another's arms. Lexie finds herself in a world she never knew existed and finds out that she is right where she belongs as her real identity is reveled. Not only does she find out that she belongs to his world but that she’s part of more than one supernatural world as more men fight for her attention.

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.