Hades Cabin Novels & Stories

Olivia continued, "Hades, I've already told your family about my pregnancy. Your grandfather said he'll take back all your shares and freeze your bank cards if you don't come home and live out the rest of your life with me. "Hades, your grandfather's patience has limits. He said if he doesn't see you in two days, you don't need to return at all. "You're already disabled. Without your grandfather's support, you're just a piece of trash! Do you really think Cassandra would still want someone like you?"

" Martha clears her throat as she enters my office, stirring me from my thoughts. "Please, sit down." I smile down at Martha, laying on my best playboy charm. "Thank you, Mr. Velimir." "Please call me Hades; Mr. Velimir sounds so formal." Martha's cheeks blush red as she fans herself with the manila folder she's brought in. "May I?" I ask as I leave my drink on the windowsill and walk toward my desk, standing directly behind Martha, my hand just barely grazing hers as I reach for the folder.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

She realized this place was another cage, just a much prettier one. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples, Hades appeared. He was no longer in a suit, but dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that hugged his powerful frame. He held two motorcycle helmets. “Ready for a ride, baby girl?” he asked, a hint of wild excitement in his eyes. He led her through a concealed door off the living room, into a large, climate-controlled garage. Inside, amidst several luxury cars, sat a sleek, powerful black motorcycle. It gleamed under the lights, looking like a predator. “Hop on,” he commanded.

The last of May unfolded in a haste, as though someone pushed the button for the fast forward, as though the calendar changed its day for only an hour. Hail and his members were renting a cabin in the Zorphean’s Villa. Unlike the normal housing system, theirs were massive and impregnable, its walls that were made with strong bamboo were painted with mint-green, decorated by what seemed to be a blank canvas, its sides curled with a silky, furry fabric. It only had three rooms, a sink, a comfort room, and two foam-made benches, standing alongside, facing an overlarge window, overlooking the dull, cloud-filled horizon.

So if I can just get it on time, I'll have more time to carry out the main reason I'm here. I hide myself behind a wall as a group of drunk men stumble down the hall. When their voices fade out, I make my appearance again, disappearing inside an open door. Javier's office. I take out my flash drive from my hair and open his laptop. The passcode is easy to hack but when I successfully get in, there are no files. "What the fuck?" I check all the folders, but they're empty except one. It has images of various beach houses and the first thing that comes to my head is that these are possible locations of operation.

There was an Audi A4 in the center of the casino and it was smashed beyond recognition. A while ago, Hades told his men to drive the car inside and thrash it in front of all the gamblers. Hades was a bald man in his thirties. He wore a handsome suit that complemented his gangster looks and a cigar hanging in his mouth as he looked at the masterpiece created with his bat. He clapped his hands and said, “Everyone, the game continues! Those fools who wanted to take back the car are gone!” “It’s just a damn Audi A4! It’s nothing but child’s play! I thrashed it as entertainment for all of you!”

Author's POV The Haven of Shadows did not look like a fortress. From the winding mountain road above Lake Tahoe, it appeared to be exactly what it claimed, a private luxury villa carved into the Nevada mountainside. Glass walls overlooking dark water. Heated stone terraces. Subtle perimeter lighting. Discreet but expensive security. Motion sensors tracked wildlife. Cameras swept the tree line. The private gate at the base of the drive required biometric clearance and rotating access codes. To mortal eyes, it was wealth. But to supernatural senses, it was something else entirely.

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

Kaden says. He leads me into the bathroom, and I gasp. There are candles alight all around the tub. It definitely has a spa feel to it. I give him a kiss, and he leaves me to soak in peace. I strip and climb into the tub. I let out a sigh when the hot water relaxes my muscles and nerves. I already know that I will tell Zach that he and the others can talk with my father and brothers. I soak in the tub till the water starts cooling down. I climb out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself. I walk out of the bathroom but stop suddenly when I see Kaden lying on the bed in just his boxers. He isn’t looking at me, but I see a smirk spread across his gorgeous face. I walk over to the