Elle grew up believing that myths and magic were confined to the realm of make-believe, never suspecting she was part of a hidden world of wonder and danger. On the night of her twenty-first birthday, Elle's ordinary life shatters when she uncovers an ancient prophecy that entwines her fate with every fairy tale ever told-she must marry the malevolent god, Jack Frost. Suddenly thrust into a realm where immortal gods and monsters reign, Elle is forced to navigate a world she never knew existed. Reluctantly, she must ally with Jack, a man she is desperate to avoid. Neither of them is thrilled about the impending marriage, but as dark plots and secrets emerge, Elle and Jack find themselves drawn together by forces beyond their control. With threats mounting and fate closing in, Elle must confront her destiny, knowing that defying it could lead to her demise. As they stand united against a world of peril, Elle must find the courage to face a future that seems to offer only one grim outcome: death. __________________________ Cover by Aphrodite270 Highest rankings: #1 Adventure/#1 Fantasy

Riley is a pretty outgoing guy who loves to play basketball. Although he may be popular he's not a bad guy. Plus he's gay and not exactly out of the closet. He then meets Ryan, the blind boy that he never noticed before, but that soon changes when they're partnered up for a project.

I'm Ian Saint Clair. Ever since I was 8 years old all I felt was pain. The pain of what my mother has done to me, the pain of what I've done too myself, the pain of never being loved, and the pain men of all ages have made me go through. I don't understand why I am the one to have so much pain. But I must deserve it because that's what my mom tells me everyday. So I've grown to believe her because the pain never ends. I don't know if it will ever end so why not end it myself.

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How do you punish a three-thousand-year-old god? By taking away everything that made him an immortal. By chance, the fates of destiny reveal that the eternally single immortal Apollo is destined to meet a human meant to be his blushing bride. Upon the discovery of whom the maiden is eighteen years after her birth, Apollo is livid to discover his betrothed is actually a foul-tempered brat with a very large chip on her shoulder. The sun god finds he absolutely loathes his intended bride nearly as much as she despises him. After horribly angering his father Zeus by wanting to disregard his very own prophecy, the king of the gods casts Apollo down to earth, cursing him to never step foot onto Olympus again for encountering his wrath. The catch...? The sun god has only three months to woo his mortal betrothed into loving him, otherwise, live out the rest of his days as a lowly human. To make matters worse, there are quite a number of enemies the former immortal has made throughout his long life that do not wish for him to regain his immortality...

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.