"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

Surreptitious- Adjective:Kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of. Dear journal I've been neglecting you horribly. I met this girl- this beautiful, awe-inspiring, intrepid girl. She's different, I can tell she's broken, but she chooses not to show it.I can tell she's fearless, I mean, we met because she trespassed into my office.Her eyes, her larger than average, russet eyes.The way she stared at me the instant we met, overwrought with fear- it was- I don't know, beguiling perhaps, captivating, alluring? Screw it, I'm going to see her right now. -V. Wolfe Ella Avery was one of the chosen students to visit Wolfe Enterprises. Due to unforseen circumstances, meeting Mr. Victor Wolfe would not be part of the tour.Ella then runs into the multimillionaire after straying away from group accidentally. He develops deep, darker feelings for the girl irrespective of the fact that she is only sixteen at the time. Will they meet again, under different circumstances this time?

It was another dream. So it seems. Slowly I wake, for real this time and scan my surroundings, as usual nothing has changed, the beeping of the machine connected to her, supporting her life, her limp ill looking body still lies in front of me. Looking lifeless, as usual the mere sight of it makes me sick, threatening another episode of hysterical cry from me, but I'm all drained of tears, I'm so tired my body aches, everything ache all over. It is borderline torture. Nothing is worse than this, this is the worse nightmare imaginable. I remember the very vivid dream I have before I wake, the feeling of her fingers brushing against my scalp, whispering her old endearment "claceypoo", oh how I wish they were real. I thought it was, I was startled awake--in the dream, how twisted was that? And then I wake and everything was just a ... christ. I wish all this is just a goddamn nightmare ... if it is, please wake me up dear god. I close my eyes briefly, my body giving out despite the fact that I just woke up, I rest my elbow on the mattress and sigh heavily, my breathing shakes from the tightness of my chest. And once again my prayer begins ... When will you wake baby? Please stop punishing me. Please wake up, please wake up and hate me, beat me to pulp like I deserve, Just please wake up, I can't do this anymore, The pain, it's slowly and surely Killing me. Loise baby ... please. I mantra, these prayers are my automatic thoughts every day, every time I wake up, it's becoming a pattern. It's exhausting. It's been more than two weeks, when will she wake up? When will I be able to see her eyes again? Her eyes that I long the most? How I missed her, oh god, please ... let her punish me while she's awake and alive and well, please I'll give anything. Even my life.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

|| The Sequel to 'The Diary Of Hazel' || Highest Rank: #12 Short Story, #2 Journal || Hazel Bradley has been through a lot and wrote it all down into her diary. What happens when someone reads it and in return, writes their own diary as a reply. A reply to every single one of her entries. She finds herself in deep curiosity the more she reads, wanting to know who her knight in shining ink is. How will she be able to deal with Trent - a crazy ex, Liam and Tess - her dramatic best friends, her irreparable family, Hunter - her persistent ex crush, and at the same time, find who wrote her these words that have the power to change her life? And what will she do when she finds out who it is? When she finds out it's Hunter - the boy who had barely spoken a word to her up until recently? Who she still has feelings for, but is indefinitely in denial. ☆ It's quite important to have read the first book which you can find on my page! This isn't a stand alone, sorry! [Cover credit to @weightingold ❤] x

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

Highest ranking: #1 in teen fiction. I though I knew Archer McCarty. The controlling, stubborn bad boy who always try and get his way, the bully who made my childhood days waste away. The guy who grew up to be hot as hell. That was why I agree to play the game, for revenge. I wasn't prepared to see a whole different side of him. He is overwhelming and possessive. He goes all caveman when another guy so much as breathe in my direction. He let me break his defense. The tables are turned and I see everything in his view. It seems to make more sense. I wasn't expecting to fall for him by unraveling him but it was easy. I don't know how to tell him that all of these started with that game. Do I even want to? [WARNING: PG-13 Some scenes may be inappropriate for younger crowds. If you are not a fan of over the top possessive hero. This is not the book for you]