Sister Satan

“Armen stood in front of the stove, cooking, as Warrin leaned against the counter and talked to him. At my approach, Warrin’s blue eyes shifted to me. And the way his entire face lit up gave me butterflies. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.”
― Jaclyn Osborn, Daman

“Being in his arms did something strange to me. Made me feel… different. Other men had been a fun way to pass the time. They had also served another purpose. To give me attention, to make me believe that, if for only a moment, I was the best thing that had ever happened to them. None of it had been enough to sate me. Because at the end of the day, I’d still felt unsatisfied. Hollow. I was constantly searching for something to fill the void in my chest. As I cuddled against Warrin, breathing in his scent of snow-covered forests and winter berries, feeling the light caress of his fingertips on my spine, I wondered if maybe I’d finally found it.”
― Jaclyn Osborn, Daman

“Darkness shrouded me from the humans below, yet the shadows also hid the ravenous shades.”
― Jaclyn Osborn, Galen

“The chain was silver, and in the center? A silver dragon pendant holding a blue stone.”
― Jaclyn Osborn, Castor