وهمكَ هوَ الذي جعلني مُتمسكة بِك حتي النهّاية ..

لماذا أُحاسب على أخطاء لم أرتكبها؟.. لماذا تُعاقبني الحياةُ على سعادتي التي لا تدوم إلا للحظاتٍ؟ الكل يعيشُ.. الكل يمضي قُدمًا.. الكل يبتسم و يسعد و لكن.. أنا أُلاحق الماضي. مازلتُ تُحبُني؟ أنا لا أبغى شيئًا سواكي.. لا ترى عيني فتاةً غيرك.. لا أريد أنا تلمس يدي جسدًا غير جسدك.. و لا يريد لساني أن يتغزل بإمرأة غيرك.. و يرفض قلبي أن ينبض و انتِ بعيدةٌ عنه.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"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