| A Wattpad Featured Story | Hades was well-cast to rule over the land of the dead. But what if Hades, the fearsome monarch of the Underworld was, in fact, a goddess? Everyone called her, 'Lord of the Dead' out of mockery since she prefers the company of women. She was considered an isolated and violent immortal, who loathed change and was easily given to a slow black rage like no others. But then everything changed when the dark goddess met the daughter of Demeter, Persephone. Now the tale of Hades and Persephone will be retold with a sprinkle of twists and turns. |LGBT content. Gender-swapped. I do not own the Greek myth, which goes without saying. All characters are borrowed and the story-line is recreated for entertainment purpose only.|

Raven shakes her head and turns back to Octavia, propping her elbows up on the table and giving the girl her full attention. "So what is it, tiny? You part of the dead parents club?" Octavia tenses, the water glass in her hand shakes and she quickly sets it back down. "Raven," Indra hisses, her fork clattering against the plate. "Enough." or A Group Home AU where Octavia loses it all, Raven never had it to begin with, and Lexa just wants to watch Jeopardy reruns. Octaven-centric.

Girls like me do not get happy endings. I know what I am. In the worst case a cliché at best a cautionary tale. I put an international border between my past and I, only to end up working in a strip bar low quality. Even my excuse is as bad as can be: I'm paying for college, getting my art degree from the most prestigious school of Montreal. Although some days it gets confusing: I'm just a student who works nights as a stripper, or a stripper that is passed by a student? But the inevitable happens and my two lives collide. And now there is a person who knows both quiet and antisocial Alaska and sensual, shameless Sky. A person who keeps my secret. It is beautiful, it is sophisticated. She comes from the other side of life, one in which they do not want me or accept. But it strikes me and their hot, warm hands on my skin promise me things that I gave up long ago. The problem? She teaches my class Classical Photography.