"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...*

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Just a few songs that could describe the demigods. I don't own anything

Can you relate to the things that define a Percy Jackson fan? Find out here! Note: this was written when i was 12 (with 12-year-old maturity) and in 2014, so this is very very outdated. read at your own risk.

This is the first story I've written and I hope you like it! It is about Jason Grace and Piper McLean :D

Annabeth thinks she has it bad. Which she does. But she has no idea what is in store for her. Her stepmother is abusive and she is about as unpopular as it gets. But when she meets a dreamy guy we like to call Percy Jackson, will she finally have someone to take her away from this miserable life she is living? Or will it all go down hill from here? Popularity and attention is all Percy is used to, until he meets a certain, Annabeth Chase. This girl is not normal. She has turned his life upside down. Is that good? Is it for the better or worse? Throw in some twists and turns, some jealousy and confusion, perhaps some breakups and disputes, and some crazy, mental lady who is prepared to take the long ride if it means Annabeth's death, because that my friends, is a good story. High school is only the beginning of their worries, what the future holds is much more terrifying..... If they make it that far.

Random Percy Jackson jokes