Demons were never supposed to fall in love - especially incubuses. Sadly for you, the incubus you came into contact with broke that norm. Didn't you know, poor (Name), incubuses were the experts at seduction?

There was a legend about a lonely god that was shunned by his peers. Of course, nobody believed the legend, because well, legends weren't real. What if a simple girl befriended the lonely god on accident, making him spiral into an abyss of infatuation and obsession?

L-O-V-E: something that only happens in movies, books, and other fiction. I live in the real world. Heck, I have never even said that word. Bad words, I tell you. * * * Cassandra Evans does not believe in "love." Because of this term, people end up unhappy. She is the epitome of brutal honesty; one of her primary proclamations is "Everyone deserves the truth." She is strictly against lying and liars. Enter our foreign exchange student, Julian Aylmer. He is a happy-go-lucky ball of sunshine. He doesn't know the existence of the term "hate." The boy with the poke-worthy dimples cannot stand seeing the sorrow on her face. He makes a bet to help her experience what she has been pushing away. What happens when these opposites meet? Julian is keen on making Cassie feel the love around her, while Cassie is trying to teach this foreigner to see the reality. It isn't about making her fall in love, but rather making her realize the existence of what he calls a "beautiful illusion." Can Julian really change her mind? Will his "dah-ling" actually give him a chance? Hate vs. Love Make your bets. _______________ Cover by Plurbit Promoted by TheDuffMovie Winner of Wattpad Spotlight Contest. July 13th, 2014-July 18th, 2015

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14