Jasmina has always heard that she's horrible, heartless, a sinner - and she doesn't care. She's the most popular girl in school, bubblegum popping as she strides through the halls on impossibly high heels, raven ponytail swishing left and right. She's the girl everyone either wants to be or wants to be with and she's just fine with that.

But then she dies, only for her to discover she's going to hell. The devil's giving her one last chance though - he's sending the seven sins with her, all in human form and all drop dead gorgeous. And they're going to stay with her until she gets rid of every one of her own sins within 31 days.

Has no one told you to never make a deal with the devil?

the soft tinkle of a bell, a blanket of forget-me-nots, dandelion seeds landing on your blessed skin as feathers, wings made of dreams and euforia, hands clean of scars, a conscious that has never known the stain of blood - heaven welcomes you.

cruel smirks, quickened breath, a crimson rush of adrenaline smeared across their cheeks - golden children with silver tongues, untouchable by law, embraced by death. run to the symphony of chaos in the air, the thrill of ruination in your veins. can you hear the devil calling?

serpent tongues and ever reaching hands. mine! mine! you scream, but your claws only curl around wisps of smoke, dreams shredded to pieces by fangs dripping with promises and desire. do you even remember what peace looks like?

the clouds are merely a stepping stone for you as you push the sun away with a dismissive hand and place yourself on a self-made throne of stars( look how they shine for you!) hey, tell me, how does the world look from up so high?

dripping crimson on lying lips, greasy fingers that grasp the world as you take a bite out of the Mediterranean Sea, leaving nothing but emptiness in your wake, hands reaching for more, more, more! when will you ever be satisfied?

searching fingers clutched around gossamer silk skin, you tear and you pull it all apart, not satisfied with the silver blood underneath( you want gold!) even the whole galaxy seems finite for you. the planets dangle on your ears, the stars tinkle on your wrists, the sun on your tongue - watch out darling, you're going to get burned.

purple knuckles, blue skin, red lips, no bandage can ever keep the anger from seeping through, your life is a play and crimson strings tug your arms along, as your scarlet scream shatters the weeping sky. let the world end up in ruins! let it burn! (who's weeping now?)

bubbles blown by happy children on a lazy sunday afternoon, you pop them one by one with a wave of your hand, blue glitter rains down on your drowsy face, ah, how tiresome. you turn around and close your eyes to the yawning sun - how blissful is silence, you wish you could sleep forever.

hushed whispers, heart-shaped kisses drawn on skin as your sharp nails break them time and time again, the thin line between love and hate, the valley of enticing lies in your Cupid's bow. pang! there goes an arrow, straight through another poor soul. love is a myth, but just for tonight you can pretend it is found in your wicked eyes.

hi loves. this is the first book in the Saints series, the second being Sinners. just a brief note to let you know this book has some brief cameo's( two or so I believe) from my other book, Wicked, but they are short, so don't worry, you don't need to read it for the story to make sense, as this is a stand-alone. anyway, hope you enjoy, thank you for reading!

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