He is the pefect definition of Satan in the Sheep's couture. #3 The Desi Psychopath series But now the Satan will shut up, when she will speak He had her. All of her. She gave him all that she could. Her heart, her soul. Her everything. She showed him her side that was not for the outer world. She was a perfect baddie but, had a soft side...reserved only for him. He loved her more than he himself knew. But.. Just one mistake. And he lost everything. Now he craves for her and would do anything to get her back. What would happen when he would get to know something unexpected in his way to get her. Will she agree? ~I've never been a Saint, but her power got me on my knees~

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He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

the gods never quite knew when enough was enough, or when it was just time to quit it. ashanti supposed that's why she hadn't been surprised that something else went wrong. something went utterly, and horribly wrong, not even an entire year after they'd finished fighting for their lives, and the entire western civilization. the gods never believed in the interest of those other than themselves, so it was no surprise to the dionysus girl that they'd taken him from her. the entire flight down from california, she felt completely numb. the moment she'd gotten the news, the coldness seeped deep into her veins, and spread a cruel iciness through her bloodstream. she'd been anticipating the annoying, but heart melting way he'd stoop down, and hide his face into the warmness of her neck. she'd been anticipating the way his cerulean, ocean green eyes would widen in an awestruck, star-studded surprise as if he hadn't known she was coming down to see him, and he totally did. she'd been anticipating the excited, but nervous flush of color to his cheeks when she'd finally be close enough to press her lips to his once more. but that'd all been cruelly snatched away from her. it wasn't coming in the slightest. at least, she tried to convince herself, not yet. she'd gotten that heart wrenching call from annabeth three days ago. she instead of curling into a ball, and crying like she did several times whenever percy jackson had some type of death scare, ashanti decided she was done with that three days ago. she left no room for herself to waste time lingering on being sad. no, the coldness hardened any part of her able to shed a tear at the moment. because for the last three days, she'd been determined to find him. part two to "the winemaker's daughter"! published: october 10th, 2023 finished: