"Artemis! What do you expect us to do? He's out of control." Zeus growls, leaning back against his council chair. His finger tips impatiently tap against the arm. Artemis, the Goddess of the moon, just continued to plead, staring down every last council member. "Please, I can fix this. Don't do this to my child." She dropped to her knees, bowing to the men and women in the room. "Artemis, we sent Abaddon to the mortal world to try to calm his uncontrollable anger. He's worse than Ares! I'm sorry but we just cannot allow him to thrive." Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, countered apologetically. "What if I can calm him? If I found a way to stop his ways?" Artemis questions, looking at them with hope. Zeus leans forward in interest, clasping his hands in front of him. "Go on." He urges. Artemis rises to her feet, holding her head high. "What if I made someone who can put him in his place. Put up with his anger and calm him. Someone to love him unconditionally. A mate." "And how would she be structured? A fighter such as Athena? Possess the beauty of Hebes?" Apollo, her twin sibling, asks curiously. She just lets out a breathless laugh, "She would be the most beautiful out of all the lands. She possess the ability to love and cherish everything around her, no matter what it is. An innocence aura would run through her veins. Her name shall be Rosebud." Every God and Goddess laughed at Artemis, dismissed her claim. They thought she was crazy and stupid, and Artemis knew that, but it didn't keep her from making her little Rosebud. She had a plan for her children. And they would become apart of something bigger than just mates. For they were apart of a prophecy. A prophecy that would decide the future of all Supernatural creatures.

You're my religion, you're how I'm living. When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray.

TAKES PLACE IN LONDON, ENGLAND Chasity was unaware that someone was watching her as she went through her bag looking for her medication. This person had actually been watching her for awhile, a month now to be exact. The first time he saw Chastity, she instantly became his obsession. The one thing he was always thinking about, dreaming about, watching.

A small suburban black bean makes nice poems.

a collection of prose about feelings i dedicate this book to all the mundane days spent wondering when did loving became so wrong. i can pen a prose about you. let me know your story through comment or message and let's share it to the world to spread the warmth of being understood. the cover was grabbed from deviantart. live life loving.

Lucia Valentine only has three goals for her Senior year: One, get over her diagnosed psychotic, fire-setting ex-boyfriend. Two, get out of the therapy sessions her mom forced her into. Three, graduate and get the hell out of her town. But when Lucia is forced to go on a road trip with a boy whose appearance and personality are uncannily similar to her ex-boyfriend's, everything starts going downhill. Because that boy, Jacen Winston, has some psychotic secrets of his own. [The Elite Series #2]

I smiled back at him, and I knew. I knew he would be the first man I would kill.