"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 no...
C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious
Olivia Sullivan hates admitting that she's another number in the spoiled, fucked up rich kids statistic, but there she is. Maybe she takes the lead, but at least she knows what she is. Hell, maybe portraying herself that way is the only thing she's good at. So, what if people think she's just a pretty face? A quick fu...
A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Pe...
16 pounds of flour + 7 burned pastries + 1 business rival = 24 hour sugar rush { extended summary inside }