After the man I loved believed the worst thing about me, I vanished. He's the president of a motorcycle club built on loyalty and trust. When his brothers decided I was a spy, he hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, my punishment and hell began. Now he has learned the truth, and is determined to find me and win me back. I plan to make that as difficult as possible. Updates on Wednesday and Friday. Read ahead on my Patreon, link in my bio!!

"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