How To Summon Hades

Atia Sarai is the daughter of a Marquise in an empire where most of the citizens are descendants of greek gods and goddesses but Atia is different because she's not just a descendant of a god she's the daughter of a god and the granddaughter of a goddess Atia's father is Hades and her mother is the daughter of Hera because of her lineage Atia is betrothed to Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus the future emperor of the Holy Olympus Empire and a descendant of Zues but Atia doesn't love Storm and doesn't want to marry him because she loves Soren Arne the Son of Zues but when he decides to start a war, Atia is the only one who can stop him will she take her rightful place as Empress and kill Soren despite her love for him or will Soren kill everyone she knows and loves leaving her Empress of the Ashes

He was the King of the dead. A King that his own beauty hidden from the darkness and deepest places on earth. A kind of beauty that gives you fear and danger. A beauty that gives you the power to touch a blade or a flame. A beauty that could kill. He is the God of the underworld cursed not to be loved by women. Immortal or Mortal. But, One faithful day. He meets his own Heaven. His Gaea. A woman who's willing to die just to love him. Would she break the curse? And, Would he break the prophecy? Will they have a happy ending? If heaven and hell are their enemy.

Hades was born and raised in Greece until his father died when he was five. His mother took him and his younger sister to the Philippines. When he turned thirteen, his mother held a party for him. Hades didn't want a fortune teller since he thought they were for sissies. But his mother won that round. The fortune teller warned Hades that if he followed his evil path, bad things would happen to him. She also told Hades that he would love someone down the road, and she would never love him back. Hades said that he makes his own destiny. Fate proved to be unkind, and he met Rachel Vega. Truth be told, she didn't want him in her life. Years later, Rachel needs someone to protect her and her child. Perhaps this time, the odds will be in his favor.

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

Serina Liamzon lives a double life. By day, she's the picture of perfection—the obedient daughter, the straight-A student, the "good girl" clawing for her mother's cold approval. But by night, she becomes Zenna—confident, magnetic, untouchable. A persona whispered about on campus, desired by many, truly known by no one. Her college plan was simple: ace every class, stay out of trouble, and get out. But when revenge takes the form of Cloud Montesilva—the boy who once ruined everything for her—Serina turns to seduction. To keep her cover, she ropes in Azen Alcaraz, campus heartthrob and notorious flirt, into a fake relationship that spirals faster than she ever intended. Now tangled in a dangerous web of lies, lust, and longing, Serina must confront the truth: Can she play the game without losing herself? Or will her heart be the first casualty?

Is it LOVE? Really? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two brothers separated by fate, and now fate brought them back together. What will happen to them? How do they unlock the questions behind their separation? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน ******************* "ถ้าบอกว่าติดใจล่ะ คุณจะรับเลี้ยงดูผมเป็นรายเดือนไหม" คนรูปหล่อตรงหน้าใช้สายตาที่เต็มไปด้วยความปรารถนาร้อนแรงมองเธอจนใบหน้าเห่อร้อนวูบวาบไปหมด แต่สาวมั่นกลับเชิดหน้าขึ้นเล็กน้อยปิดบังอาการประหม่า "เสียใจค่ะ ฉันไม่นิยมเลี้ยงเด็ก" "ถ้างั้นผมเลี้ยงคุณแทนก็ได้ มาอยู่กับผมไหม" ทั้งสายตาและน้ำเสียงของเขาทำเอาหัวใจดวงน้อยเต้นกระหน่ำ ภาพความวาบหวามระหว่างเธอกับเขาฉายชัดเข้ามาในสมองเป็นฉากๆ บ้าจริง แค่มีอะไรกับเขาเพียงคืนเดียว ผู้ชายบ้าๆ นี่กลับมีอิทธิพลต่อความรู้สึกของเธอขนาดนี้เชียวหรือ "ฉันไม่ใช่เด็กโฮสต์แบบคุณนะ จะรับเลี้ยงฉันในฐานะอะไร" "ก็เมียไงครับ เมียของผม" คำโปรย : เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน..

"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.

Machines of Iron and guns of alchemy rule the battlefields. While a world faces the consequences of a Steam empire. Molag Broner, is a soldier of Remas. A member of the fabled Legion, he and his brothers have long served loyal Legionnaires in battle with the Persian Empire. For 300 years, Remas and Persia have been locked in an Eternal War. But that is about to end. Unbeknown to Molag and his brothers. Dark forces intend to reignite a new war. Throwing Rome and her Legions, into a new conflict

Zeno Silver: If I had to describe Rogue Alpha, I'd say a surly, temperamental pain in my ass, and if possible, everywhere else. Never would I dare assume a deal my father made would drive me right into the arms of the monster himself. I had become Alpha a few months ago, and all I wanted was to protect my people. I brought peace, well, sort of, yet the consequences came in the form of an unwanted husband. Alpha Hades: I never labelled myself, especially regarding my sexuality. Not that I had enough time to experiment when my life was a vicious cycle of grief and pain, but these days, I found myself becoming the leader, the Alpha of an unstoppable army. I knew what I wanted when I took the deal: easy access to my enemies' pack. Exchanging false vows with an Alpha leading the pack that would become the perfect pawn in my plan sounded like a no-brainer. Except my stomach flipped every time he looked my way, and my body reacted when he brushed by me. He had an effect on me that I'd never wish on anyone. With this connection between us, this pull, this need... I'm not sure either of us is still playing the game.