The kitchen in that modern bungalow house down in Maine was a mess. Three children ages four, three and two were busy making breakfast for themselves.Not your ordinary, edible breakfast. They took everything out from the fridge and poured flour all over their stash.The kid's names were---"Solandra, Maddox and Hades! Oh my.. What the fudge!" she was not allowed to cuss, most especially in front of her children. It had been five years, three kids and a consistently dirty kitchen later, Helena is now a mother.Yep, she named their children after the people they lost to remind them each passing day that there is nothing that love cannot conquer. She and Zachary, the new hero of Mount Olympus hitched up and settled down. They were no longer sin eaters. After Zac saved the world, he asked for one thing and that was to be human. They got what they wanted and the grand parents from Olympus gets to visit the kids as often as they want as long as they promise not to spoil the kids. Their ch
They say that a family is the basic unit of a community. For Zac, family is everything. He could not ask for anything more. Having two set of parents and a lovely wife, with three beautiful kids who do not let them live in peace and keeps them up on their toes all day is what a family really is.Their house is a mess all the time and he and Helena cannot have enough time for themselves unless they visit Bulgaria, where every house staff was eager to take care of the three kids and the entire estate is their playground.Zac was staring at the sky, sipping his third cup of coffee, because is essential when you are a parent. Helena left her work and takes good care of the children full time, she has her hands full with three kids to feed and a husband to reprimand on spoiling the children. Zac still works with the firm and he is now senior partner. George is still working there and he is the other senior partner. Helena bought the firm in secret.They really do not need to work because he
Helena’s POVAll my life I thought that I was destined to live and die by myself. My mother does not love me or so I thought , but it turns out that she loved me the way that she knew how. I could have not found this if not for Zachary Oliver who turned my boring, sin-eater life into a full three hundred and sixty throttle mode.And yet, here I am.Happily married to the man that my brother, Maddox had bitten. So, he was not a mystery. He was under the influence of the Goddess Persephone, who was in return--under the manipulation of my husband’s very own grandfather. We both have dysfunctional families but we both share the same goals--to maintain our happy family.I have kids that always remind me to keep my feet on the ground and to always love one another. I have completely abandoned my life as a high end Bulgarian high end bachelorette for a life of simplicity and endless laundry and and I believe that I am already qualified to compete in the national rapping competition.I rap
A message from the author to my readers: Thank you. I was trying to figure my life when I was writing this story--with only one thing in my mind: Escaping from reality. This book holds a special place in my heart because I was not at the top of my game while patcing sentence after sentence, imaginging sequences and mending a broken heart. This had been my escape. My characters are all a part of me. Each were given a piece of me , so I can feel less burdened. i might not have written this perfectly or top notch, but I am sure that this is the best that I can offer while trying not to break down into pieces.I am a mother of two and I am messed up right now but the growing numbers of subscribers and readers gives me the push that I needed to type away, to put my thoughts into words. To hone the talent that I have (although I admit that I am a mediocre) and to pay it forward to the writers who have influenced me to write and to the friends who kept me going whenever I feel backing d
“What have you done?”“Are you blind? I bit him!” the man snarled at the other.“I am not blind, but you will be the second Solandra hears of this.” The man hissed. “Oh, do shut up, you fear that bitch far too much.” Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “ You sure you do not want a taste of him?”“No.” “Pity, because he tastes phenomenal. It had been a while since we---”There was a cracking twig, a sign of movement. Someone was approaching and the two of them cannot be seen in this situation. They fled like shadows in the night, swift and deadly . And they left a figure, a lump in the middle of the cobbled stone street of the town. It was well hidden and no one will see that the lump was in fact a human. He was behind a bush. The two men dragged him there for cover just in case someone would pass by that dark alley.And then, the once peacefully, still figure jerked and gasped for breath and woke up.Zachary’s POVI tried to find my center and felt that my body was sore, my
Helena’s POVIf you are a native of Bulgaria, then you could have probably heard of our family name. Ours is one of the oldest and noblest that ever lived in the country. After the first world war, my ancestors felt the need to anglicise our surname because of a family scandal. I am Helena Battenberg and I am three hundred years old. Three hundred years old is equivalent to a teenager in the human world. I am still very young, in this case, I kid you not. One thing about us, is that we do not age, right after we hit the maturity age--and that is eighteen years old, we slowly stop disintegrating until the next fifty years. Like botox on steroids. Bettenberg was before the family scandal. here is a little back story, My uncle. Thedeus Battenberg went on a killing spree in a little village. Killing at least thirteen people. I personally do not know what has gotten into him, but from what I was told, it was the root cause of all the succeeding alterations in the family. My mother told
Forced to wed Hades, the God of the underworld, Persephone lived a miserable life despite being the daughter of Zeus. She found her bestfriend in her own brother Kratos who, like her was betrayed by their own. They were more than similar than they thought they were not.She was born from Demeter and Zeus and she was favored by her mother, Demeter. The goddess of Agriculture. But Zeus, then the King of the Gods, was ruthless and would not accept no for an answer, he still made her marry off to a hideous being that know nothing but heat and soot and soot and heat.Persephone had other plans for herself, she was the Goddess and personification of Earth’s fruitfulness,being the offspring of an agriculture Goddess. She was full of life, ideology and love for the humans until the day that she was confronted by the truth that even her own, would betray her and leave her in the underworld. To be abused, humiliated and treated like a vermin.The underworld was a far cry from Mount Olympus and
Zachary’s POVI did not know how I reached home.Myabe a magic carpet brought me here. I made a joke out of myself. I was bad at telling jokes. But when I opened my eyes, I can tell that I was back on my rented cottage. I reached for my phone, which by habit, I know was on the bedside table. The time was ten in the morning. Weird. I have no recollection whatsoever of what happened last night. I am pretty certain that I have not consumed any alcoholic beverages while I was on my way here. The idea that someone could have drugged me sounded plausible.It was not uncommon to be roofied even back home. I bolted from the bed and checked my luggage, it was still locked and was not even opened since last night to see if i still have my belongings. “Hmm, must be jet lag.” I convinced myself. Now that the whole place was flooded by natural light, I could see now that the place was indeed a steal, whoever decorated this place was severely talented. The wooden floor and the simple furniture ma