"You're...Hades. The King of the Underworld." Alina Knight is an upcoming ballet soloist with the American Ballet Theatre. Her only focus is ballet and persevering through the extreme mental and physical tolls ballet has. After her big debut as ABT's new rookie of the season, she meets a dark, handsome man. She has an unnerving, alluring feeling when they lock eyes, almost like he can see through her... right to her soul. Nerves and emotional walls at full capacity, she is still swept up in a storm of emotion she cannot comprehend and cannot resist. Soon, her world turns upside down as she uncovers more and more of the mysterious man's identity, to find the lonely and alluring god, Hades. Will Alina run in fear of her emotions towards this menacing, handsome diety? Or will she see past the dark exterior, to the complex and broken man underneath? #1 in #apollo #4 in #romance #1 in #hades

"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

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor