The only thing that's worse than getting your heartbroken, is getting your heartbroken by someone who you can't even call yours. Bella is broken. Tristan is popular. Broken and popular is like mixing oil and water. Those combinations don't really work but I guess neither do they. When Bella asks Tristan to become her fake boyfriend to impress her cousin, he doesn't realize what he's getting himself into. When feelings, emotions and mistakes get in the way, both Bella and Tristan's life gets turned upside down.

"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