"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

"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

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My back hit the table, signaling there was no where else to run. "I want you" he whispered huskily right by my ear, as he held me in place. "I want you so badly" he said softly and throatily as he gripped the back of my thighs, making room for himself in between my legs, and making me sit on the table. "That I don't care if you say no" he said huskily while rubbing his nose and lips on the side of my neck, making me gasp in fear, surprise, and the worst emotion of them all-lust. He grazed his lips on the side of my neck once more until it settled on the crook. "Because you're mine" he said as he punctured his canines onto my neck, and muffled my screams with his hand tightly secured on my mouth. Leila didn't care or want love. She lived a life away from the opposite sex. She was beautiful beyond means, but never did anything to show it. Her dad was the head trainer of all the soon to be alphas, betas, and third in commands in the world. The guys hit on her endlessly, but fail to even get her to glimpse at them. But what happens when her father is making her choose a mate from eight sexy Alphas? One of them being the Alpha of the strongest pack in the world. What makes it worse is that he just doesn't know the meaning of no. So what's his plan? Let's just say, it involves in making you say YES.

I, Lois Mai Reynolds, am all kinds of clumsy. I fall over flat surfaces. I drop expensive vases, and miraculously find ways to trip over thin air. Not a day has passed by when I'm not wearing a Band-Aid for some kind of accident that I've endured, and it's stooped to the level now that my parents call me King Kong and joke about having warning signs and safety tape around my bedroom door. Once upon a time, I used to think of that as a laughing matter, but not anymore. Not since I almost killed my crush's mom. Suddenly, being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn't actually seem that crazy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #11 Romance