All Chapters of A Slave For The Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She didn't know what to expect for breakfast but after what happened last night and this morning, she couldn't stop herself from getting flustered. What in the gates of the underworld happened? She must have gone crazy. She couldn't get it out of her head no matter how hard she tries to shake it off. But she couldn't change what has already happened. All she could do is try her best not to get too flustered about it and not let Hades and Cerberus do it to her again.Taking a deep breath, she started walking down the hall on her way to the dining area. When she arrived, she saw Hades and Cerberus already enjoying their meal. Noticing her presence, they both look in her direction and she almost wanted to run back to her chamber. Then again, why would she? What happened last night and this morning was because these men are assholes.She lifted her chin and walked toward the table before she sat. She didn't say anything and she could still feel their gazes on her as though wondering what

“Then prepare yourself,” she heard him say and she had just stopped breathing. She isn’t sure what was going to happen next but she knew what she asked for. She’s just not certain if Hades was going to give it.But she jolted on the bed when she felt his lips on her skin, at the base of her neck. He planted a dangerously gentle kiss there and then his mouth traveled up to the length of her neck and to her earlobe.A whimper came out of her mouth and but she clamped her lips as immediately as she could. Hades’ hand have become daring. It was exploring the length of her legs first and then going closer in between her legs but not daring to go in at all. It was frustrating and she hates that she felt frustrated.“I…I can’t,” she muttered and Hades stilled above her. His mouth stopped nipping at her earlobe and his hand stopped on her thigh just above her knee.“My lord, please—“ A gasp cut her from talking more when she felt him kiss again. This time, his lips went from her ears to her j

The chamber was cold. Of perhaps she was just nervous. She lost the ability to determine. The clothes that were brought in by Henrietta the other day were the usual thing: It left almost nothing for the imagination. There was no window in her chamber but the room's brightness changed according to the time of the day. She was still not very acquainted with the underworld but so far, she knew there was a certain place that looked peaceful. And then the rest of the underworld is the gloomy castle and the gloomy environment around it. What was she expecting? She swallowed hard as her hand found the thin fabric of her dress and straightened it. She lost count of how many times she had reprimanded herself for making that offer. It was stupid and reckless and dangerous. Making a deal with the god of the underworld is not something that's advisable. Her parents' deal with Hades was what literally got her into this situation. But what can she do? She was what they call the potential curse b

The next morning, she found herself back in her chamber. She doesn't remember how she ended up in her chamber but she remembers what happened before she became too exhausted to even walk. She did it. She finally did it. As much as she wanted to convince herself that she did it to find a way out, she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. She liked it very much. Did she finally give in to that desire just waiting to come out or called out? Before her thoughts could even progress to the details of what happened last night, she forced herself to get up. Her body felt light and she had the most wonderful sleep she's had since she came here. If it was magic that was keeping her nerves calm today, she should thank them later.The door burst open and Henrietta slid in, bringing another set of dresses. And just like she always do, her eyes scan the dresses to assess if they're wearable or not. Thankfully, the new batch that came was mostly quite decent. She was tempted to ask w

A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the black water. She doesn't know what it was and she certainly doesn't want to find out. Perhaps Hades sensed her fear and he walked beside her. Their close distance makes her stomach flutter. She looked at him and realized he was looking at the water running below. Voices—muffled and chaotic—rang in her ears and it took her a while to realize that they came from the river down below."What's...what's that?" she asked. Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know."The river of sorrows," he answered."Is that metaphorical or...?"Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone."It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its c