"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

Always one for an Adventure, and never one to follow rules; Kasmira- or Sira, as her friends call her- is being called on to preform a duty for the order she has dreamed of being apart of since she was a little girl- when she isn't off joining a group of renegade actors, of course. Armed with amazing gifts for languages, a charming and magnetic personality, a quick wit, and great communication skills, what could go wrong? Join Kasmira as she goes on to discover the true meaning of responsibility, honour, and duty, with the help of an incredibly attractive, yet unavailable Canaan warrior.

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!