Lucille's life turns upside down when her mother suddenly decides to get married. And to make matters worse, the small girl might be attracted to her new step-brother.

"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.

She wouldn't ever ask for mercy for that no one would show cruelty to her in the beginning. And in all his cruelty, he gained mercy in the middle of his inhumane ways. Mercy.

"Why do you keep the diaries of the people you've killed?" She asked him, the innocence in her eyes enticed him. He would show her all of the bad in the world, this was only his first step. "I feel like I should at least take the time to get to know them," He replied, his calloused fingers flipping through the pages of a diary, Target #97. He recalled each detail of each execution, each assassination. His lush green eyes lifted to meet her warm hazel ones, curiosity pushed through her eyes, showing him all he needed to know. "After they're dead?" Hazel asked again, she was still hesitant reading someones thoughts, especially knowing each of them had done something terrible to humanity. "Death is only an illusion, kitten. The person still exists in our minds." Ash responded, analyzing each movement of the blonde across from him. Every ounce within him pulsed with confusion, she was the one person he had never understood. That scared him. - Top Ranking: #3 in dark #1 in twisted

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬; #3 - 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 ❝Shh, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you . . . I could never hurt you.❞ WARNING : aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language, and MAJOR nymphet / daddy issues / lolita vibes so, if that's not your cup of tea, please leave now.

Sunny Rae has been a thief since she was 10. After the death of her father she was left with her abusive step mom and ran away only to become a thief just to get food to survive. With no one to speak to her she hasn't really spoken a word in 8 years. When one night she starts looking for a snack and comes across a huge mansion she thinks it will be a come and go situation. Well, what happens if she was wrong. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Xavier Black is a 21 year old and is the richest business man in New York, possibly the world. When he was 19 his father handed down the business to him and since then the business grew and grew. With his hot looks there's no wonder people drool when they first see him but, once they hear his name it's enough for them to go running. What happens when one night he finds a little surprise waiting for him in his room? Big thanks to @jongdalsee for making this amazing cover! 😃 Social media (way you can send me messages) Insta: @itscaitlinb

*NOT A SEQUEL, but a FULL rewrite* Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than five years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other. Now they're in college, and STILL living side by side on their dorm. One night, though, Ryder's vindictive ex-girlfriend floods his room and he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of first love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as she learns more about friendship, self-acceptance, and love. Cover by Gukmello

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.

Ingrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her entire life. She was too timid and shy to talk back to anyone, which led to years of people walking over her. Her older sister is one of the main ones. Her aging grandmother is the only person who understands what she's going through and desperately wants to take her away from it all. Tristian Locke A 25-year-old tattoo artist who believes his heart is broken beyond repair. His mother, who has experienced painful trauma is now in a state of shock. His father, who is a lawyer, wants his son to get out of the phase he is in so he can have a "real" profession... so it seems. Tristian, in his mind, has disowned his father for the many things he's done behind his mother's back as well as his constant attempts to lure him back into the old ways of their family history involving the Irish Mob. On the outside, Tristian is calm and subtle, but on the inside, he has pent-up anger that he only releases accidentally or while training in the gym. His mother, alone, is the very reason he hasn't completely broken yet and is the source of all his inspiration. Tristian no longer believes in love. His father being the worst example of what love should be, is painted into his mind. He stays away from relationships and women as he wants nothing to do with them until she walked into his shop. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " He tattooed his name on my heart " WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. #95 in Romance - 12/06/17