In which a young lady -Champagne- is stuck going on ten blind dates... Courtesy of her best friend, of course. SHORT STORY CHICKLIT HUMOR-ISH Copyright © 2018, Anita Michael

A walk of shame leads me to my death. My death leads me to the Underworld. The underworld leads me to my eternal punishment. My eternal punishment leads me to slavery. Slavery leads me to his wife, Persephone. Persephone leads me to Him. Hades, the one with whom I shamefully fall in love. The one who leads me to sin. A godly sin; A mortal soul and god of the underworld. A toxic affair. A crime. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •Teaser• "You're not just a mortal, Omaira," he breathes, his hot breath fans my very delicate ghostly skin, "you're my mortal, you're mine." Guilt spreads all over me for a while as I think of Persephone, the one who sees me as more than a slave. The one who sees me as a friend. But staying close to me, body entwined with mine in his very own bed. Where no one except for his wife has ever been, is Hades, the one who I love and adore. The one who is being betrayed, the one who deserves love, my love. "Hmm," I smile with closed eyes, "I am yours. I love you, Hades." And then, just when I am getting pretty comfortable loving and being loved, someone clears their throat. *** UPDATES START ON THE 1ST OF JANUARY, 2019. płėαsė αđđ tø ÿøuř ł¡βŕαŕÿ•