Fallen Saints

Fallen Saints

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C A L I S T A I've always been an outsider. At school, in my dreams, even in my own family. I've never felt like I belonged, like I was the main character in my own life...until he came crashing into it. Destroying everything I thought I knew about the world. I don't know what sins I committed to capture his attention. Like a bird in a cage, he has me trapped and he's never letting me go. J U P I T E R Blue hair. Dark eyes. And a touch that could heal even the darkest of scars. Calista Romano had me hooked from the moment I set eyes on her. It must be fate that my mission is to take her from her family but eventually the mission comes to an end. Yet, I'm not willing to let her go and no-one is taking her from me. Not her family, not my demons and not even herself. Cover credits @meha-k
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