"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Just when Callisto Worthington thought he was done with books, pens and teachers dirty looks, his father, Chip Worthington, decided to send him to college and take management classes for his lack of skills in leading the gang. The cheesecake loving gangster thought his father had gone overboard but he was dead serious and thus had no choice but to go back and face hell, again. He will face new challenges, trials and a new enemy. And most of all, he will face the ultimate choice that he will have a hard time choosing.