"Let me get this straight... You're Apollo, the sun god something? And you want me... to marry you?" When people fall in love, they see everything around them so perfectly. Nothing can stop them, nothing can break them. But when Ariadne Kingsley found out that the man she has fallen in love with was the sun god, Apollo, and most goddesses were out to make sure she doesn't have a nice life; immortality just became the least of her problems.

These are poems written in life's glory .

"Who will we send after the little witch?" The room went silent as one of them stood up from her throne, pacing forward. Her skirts flowed over the marble floors as silently as a whisper. Every eye was drawn to her. "I will go after her and make her my slave." She revealed flawless white teeth in a playful smile. "It will be fun. Like a game." The other Gods relaxed, confident that Alice Cunningham didn't stand a chance. After all, no one could resist Aphrodite.