Which Divine Comedy English Edition Keeps The Original Terza Rima Form?

Seven Classic Faery Tales are given a very adult makeover. You are entering a world of myth, magic, and Immortals. Throw in the humans for the added spice of erotica and violence. Mix together and you have dark adult faery tales ........ Do not read if easily offended!

Once there was a king and a queen with three lovely daughters. The youngest, Psyche, was so beautiful, so fair of face and form that she was revered throughout the land, and the people of her kingdom reached out to touch her as she passed. No suitors dared to cross her doorstep. So highly was she worshiped that Psyche was deeply lonely. Her beauty became legend, far and wide, and it was not long before words reached the ears of Venus. Tales of the young princess enraged the jealous goddess, and she made plans to dispose of her. Venus called upon her own daughter, Cupid to do her bidding. It was meant to be a quick mission except Cupid did not expect to find herself entranced by the same passion she inflicted on others. |Note: This is a lesbian retelling of the Roman Mythology, not Greek|

She can see the chains on his soul. He can't see the knife in her hand. Seraphina Luca has spent her whole life watching powerful men wear invisible chains they don't know exist—contracts written in shadow, binding their souls to an ancient debt. She never asked for this gift. It's only made her isolated and alone. Then Dante Romano stole her father's soul to burn his own contract. He's the most feared name in the underworld—cold, ruthless, and utterly convinced the ends justify the means. Seraphina should want him dead. God, she wants him dead. She also can't stop watching the way he flinches when someone calls him a monster. Like some small, starving part of him agrees. When she's pulled into his world, the attraction is immediate and electric. He sees her as leverage. She sees him as the man who destroyed her family. They circle each other, testing and taunting, until the wall between hatred and hunger crumbles. She falls into bed with the man who orphaned her—and hates herself for wanting to stay. But the clock is ticking. The ancient god who holds their contracts is dying. Someone is planning a massacre that will shatter the system forever. Seraphina has one choice: help Dante burn it all down, or watch everything she loves disappear. She can't have vengeance and love. She can't save the world and save herself. She has to pick one.

"Catch me if you can." Four words left on a bedsheet. That was all it took to drive the Devil insane. Killian Augustus, the Devil of Verona, will burn the world to find his stepsister—the only woman he was never supposed to love and the one taboo obsession he can't live without. But Renese isn't hiding. She's become the Ghost Queen, the underworld's most dangerous mastermind, and every move she makes brings his corrupt empire to its knees. In a world of blood, betrayal and deadly family secrets, their dangerous, suffocating love may be the only thing more lethal than the war surrounding them. When the Devil finally catches his Queen, will they rule the underworld together... or destroy each other trying?

In my previous life, I married Apollo, the Sun God, as the Goddess of Wisdom. Only in death did I discover that I was nothing more than a blood supply he had been raising for my mortal stepsister. To keep his powerless stepsister alive on Mount Olympus, he pierced my chest himself, ripped out my divine essence, and forced it into her body, declaring without a shred of remorse, "You're the older sister. Taking care of her is your duty." With my divine essence stripped away, I was too weak to resist. He chained me beneath a blazing sun of his own making and left me to burn alive. Meanwhile, my stepsister walked over my bones in the wedding gown my mother had spent a hundred years weaving before she perished, and married him. The man I had loved for a thousand years saw me, from beginning to end, as nothing more than a vessel to keep someone else alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the wedding. I threw the divine marriage contract to my stepsister and let my blood drip onto an obsidian stone bound to the Abyss. A deep voice echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride." This time, the one I would marry was the Lord of the Underworld, the one all the gods feared. Together, we would destroy Apollo.

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world...