Every night, when I closed my eyes, his image would be branded to the backs of my eyelids. That same smile, so gorgeous yet so deadly. Those deep blue eyes, like the treacherous oceans you find, the ones which sometimes have those desolate lighthouses somewhere in them. And his clothes. Oh my, his clothes; a different suit every day, and a different tie to match it. Not a single stain, you'd find - not even a speck of dust, forget a crease. He was immaculate. In every manner. But where he was flawless on the outside, his personality made up for it - he was monstrous. Lethal. If he laid those intense eyes on you, you knew you were dead. He was the most disturbed person you'd ever meet. And he was after me. *** *** *** If survival is the only word in your vocabulary, why is death your only fate? Running from a devil is harder than you think, When your bottle of secrets is pushing you to the brink. The devil counts each and every breath you take, And plots his cunning plan like Eden's cunning snake. You slowly fall in love as he watches and observes, Cackling in delight knowing he can cut your every nerve... Giving you a fate that you surely don't deserve. *TRAILER INSIDE!!* #1 IN TEEN HORROR!!! Copyright 2020 © All Rights Reserved.

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink