All Chapters of Match Made in Hell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

On the last day of her life, Kat woke up with hundred dollar bills clenched hard in her fist and two handsome, muscular men comfortably curled up on both of her sides.Am I in heaven? asked Kat's barely functioning brain. Since money and hot men were two main components of her ideal nirvana, she considered giving an affirmative answer to her own question. However, a quick, more thorough sweep of her surroundings proved her wrong.Well, first off, the men snoring on either side of her were too provocatively dressed to pass off as angels. Unless of course the new heavenly fashion trend was black latex briefs and studded leather harnesses, which she was sure they were not. Also, there were no clouds, just pink and blue neon lights dancing on the textured ceiling, burning her crusty eyes starting from the retinas. Instead of harps being played, a hip-hop song was being blasted on a loop, its cranked-up bass making the floor and the walls hum. The vibrations reached the cir

"Your death is overdue," Mr. Michaels recited as he reached for her. "Hell is waiting for you, Katalina Donovan."Kat couldn't be more perplexed, but she also couldn't be more pressured. Because of this, sharp instincts she didn't know she possessed had taken over her body. Instead of screaming (which was her go-to response to dangerous situations), she grabbed her rock-hard pillow, slapped Mr. Michaels across the face with it, and lobbed it at his crotch as an extra measure.For such simple actions, the effects were quite complex. And instantaneous.Mr. Michaels, upon contact with the stiff-ass pillow, snapped back to his senses. He froze once more in a robotic manner, but emotions started to come back to his face. From bewildered to suspicious to stunned. He stared at his outstretched hands, then at Kat. "Why am I standing? Why are you moving away from me?"A wince suddenly crumpled his features. Perhaps he finally felt the crotch shot.Kat didn'

Kat's go-to principle in life is to keep fighting. Keep struggling. She always told herself that if she'd go down, she'd go down swinging.She tried to stay true to that now, with the blade of Calix's spear pointed dangerously at her throat. Her eyes were flitting around the room in a frantic search for something to save herself with, but there was nothing. Calix felt her need, her fear, but forced himself to hold his position. He didn't want to care. He shouldn't. He was bound by duty, not compassion and kindness. Sure, the thought of taking a life this way went against all his morals, but he couldn't really back out now, could he? The mortal woman in front of him was dangerous. She was unstable. That would be what he'd hold onto and console himself with. It was his existence on the line here too. If he couldn't finish the job, he would be ridiculed for millennia, punished like a mere mortal.I have been entrusted with this, he told himself again as he st