HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION

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By: Dedun_Herself Ongoing

Language: English

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Nocturne Ville, as beautiful as the mystery city might be, has always been a magnet for supernaturals in an alternate America. Although neighbouring cities dismissed the bizarre happenings as fables, its citizens knew that there was more to the lovely metropolis than meets the eye, but they preferred to be oblivious to the reality. It was much simpler. There she was in the centre of it all. Desirée Doyle, who had the gentle and luminous aura of an empyrean creature, was divided between accepting the obvious reality and remaining convinced that everything was a myth. All she cared about was finishing college and escaping Nocturne Ville, which was the source of all her problems. Desirée was just interested in keeping her head down as usual, but the appearance of the intriguing André Baudelaire, a Vampire, appeared to be the solution to the hole she had always felt. Their encounter made Desirée rethink everything she had always believed, entangling them in a web of hot passion that André was determined to deny to the ends of the world, given his hatred for commitment as a result of his instability over decades. How can a quiet girl who has always felt incomplete manage the supernatural world? Will she accept the heat and commotion that comes with it, or will she flee to the hills?

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74 Chapters

PROLOGUE

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

BULGARIA, 1923.His eyes travelled around the scanty bar, and just when he was about to pick up his tumbler, his eyes settled on the blonde-haired woman, who had her hair in a high up-do. Her beauty and the poise at which she strutted from her seat and headed out the door wasn't what caught his attention.It wasn't the muffler on her neck either.It was the part of her neck where the shawl wasn't covering. The strong smell of fresh blood hit him and he froze in his seat, taking in the double holes that were punctured on her neck.She had just been bitten.He could tell.And that only told him the one thing he was scared of confirming because he knew he didn't feed on that woman. They are here.He downed the rest of his whiskey at a go, shooting up from the bar stool. The bartender happened to walk in at that moment. He latched onto the collar of his shirt, raising him to eye level like he weighed nothing. He peered at him intently. The bartender struggled valiantly in his arms, trying

CHAPTER ONE

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Awww, don't worry, sweetheart. It's all going to be over soon."Those two sentences—the last line of the chapter of the book I was currently reading, which had me hooked—echoed in my head. It thinned out the incessant chatters of the Café customers and the soft music in the background.The noise, which got under my skin, dissipated into nothingness, replaced by the words, which seemed to amplify my curiosity the more I dwelled on it. It rendered me restless and absentminded. A slimy substance splashed all over my face abruptly, filtering into my eyes and it had me blinking rapidly at the stinging sensation it left inside of them.I dropped the sponge in my hands, bringing them to my eyes to wipe the liquid off, but the stinging sensation only worsened.The mocking giggles that filled the air gave me an inkling of what was going on. Goddammit.I pried my eyes open. They watered effortlessly because of how badly they stung, but I didn't snap them shut. My eyes lan

CHAPTER TWO

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|The shrill sound of my alarm clock jolted me upright and I flinched, whipping my head up from the reading table. The unceasing sound had me groaning and I slammed my palm on the button to shut it down. I whimpered, propping my elbows on the desk but the rattling sound of my keyboard had me retracting them. I brought my hand to my face to brush my hair off but the glasses perched on the bridge of my nose obstructed me."God, I didn't." I groaned in distaste. I had fallen asleep by my reading table again. The dark screen of my laptop stared back at me. I glided my finger on the touchpad and it came on. The blank page on Microsoft Word had its mocking eyes pinned on me, causing me to release a frustrating sigh. I knew I should have just gone to bed when I came back from work yesternight but silly me wanted to see if I could come up with anything so that I could meet up with deadlines. And just like always, I slept off.Hissing thro

CHAPTER THREE

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I sprinted into the Café, nearly knocking a customer over her feet. The redhead woman cast me a disgruntled look, and walked past me, but not without muttering some incoherent words. I didn't get a chance to apologise because I was struggling to catch my breath while adjusting the strap of my bag around my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, brushing my unpacked hair off my sweaty face. Then, I drew in a long breath and dragged it out slowly.My breathing was a little stable but it was still coming out in pants. I used that opportunity to allow my eyes to wander around the bustling Café in search of Tania. When I didn't see her, relief washed over me because I wouldn't want her deducting my pay. And with that, I skipped over to the counter. Charlotte moved away from the espresso machine, rushing over to me with furrowed brows."Des, you are late." Her tone was a little chiding and I sighed."I am sorry. I had an impromptu test." I answe

CHAPTER FOUR

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|"Get your hands off me! Asshole!" The redhead's enraged voice was heavy with malice, enveloping the nearly empty street in its shrill resonance and I found myself wincing in irritation where I leaned on the black SUV, watching her every move like a hawk."Leave," The biggest of the bouncers ordered her."Lux club is not for a cheap whore like you." He added, and the two other bouncers snickered between themselves."Oh, fuck you!" She yelled. The quaver in her voice indicated that tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and it was so obvious that she was hurt by the abusive words they were hauling at her."I never wanted to come anyway!" She added in a weak attempt to defend herself. She let out a scream of frustration, stomping off and pulling down her red dress at intervals while their sardonic laughter echoed behind her.They spun on their heels after confirming that she wasn't coming back, heading back to the entrance of the clu

CHAPTER FIVE

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE' DOYLE |•|Half the class had engaged themselves in something else that wasn't listening to the professor by the projector. It was as though he was ranting non-stop. A few minutes ago, before I got immersed in what I was doing, I had overheard two students flirting behind me and it was so cringe.It made my skin crawl with disgust.The murmurings that lingered in the air, coupled with the aggressive taps of fingers against the keyboard were very distracting and I found the sound upsetting because it kept invading my thoughts, diverting my attention elsewhere.I propped my jaw on my elbow, navigating my cursor on the news site I was currently in. As I scrolled past each paragraph, I could feel my heart being ripped to shreds, clenching in pain at the sight of the dead girl, whose picture had gone viral.Her cause of death was said to be an animal attack and it had me peering at the picture since because I was torn between believing the fact that it was truly an animal atta

CHAPTER SIX

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The smell of books was one of my favourite things in the world—old ones, specifically—they oozed off the most unrefined and effortlessly appealing smell. A mix of ancient leather, woods and a hint of ink and dust, alongside a speck of vanilla.In one word. Heaven.The only thing akin to noise in the library I was, was the constant flipping of the classical novel in my hands. I wasn't reading. I was too absent-minded to do that. I just sat in the chair, drowning in the scent that nulled my senses and was slowly luring me to sleep.It was my safe haven, but right now, it didn't feel like that. It felt like a distraction and I hated it. I hated the fact that I had to shove the very thing I didn't want to think about at the back of my mind. And despite that thought being so far away, I could still feel it flickering, threatening to resurface.I have always loved being alone with my thoughts. That solitude, that momentary peace, was something I looked forward to.B

CHAPTER SEVEN

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|The clicking of my pen got louder as I chewed on my lips, staring at the papers that were strewn on my legs, given as I was seated in a monk style in the front seat of Iris'car.There were tons of them on my lap but my attention was slashed. Heck, I was barely paying attention to what I was struggling to piece together and it had me wondering if I didn't make a colossal mistake wearing a Grey sweater.My mind was torn between the colour of my sweater, alongside the thoughts that came with it and the papers before me. The incessant clicking of my pen was to keep me in the loop but even the sound was beginning to sound so distant.All I could make out on the papers were a pair of intense Grey eyes that flashed in my mind, now and then. It was so vivid. It felt like he was staring back at him and every single thought of him kept resurfacing.I was so baffled about his sudden disappearance at the Café and if I didn't know any better, I would say I was losing my mind.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|Her voice. Soft, sensuous and melodic, triumphed over the occasional clatters of utensils, the unceasing chattering that belonged to the customers trooping in and out of the Cafe and the whooshing of cars that sped past the bustling road."Don't worry, Charlotte. I have got it." She dismissed her friend."But—""I swear, I'll handle it.""Fine," Her friend resigned.Each word was laced with a soothing amount of softness that struck me like a form of hypnosis where I stood across the street, debating on whether to head for the Café or turn around and head back home. It was like a strong compulsion, the more I resisted, the harder my restraint waned.Despite the distance between us, I could feel her aura so strongly. It oozed off her in waves. An enchanting allure of softness and innocence that called out to me like a beacon. The same way it did the first time I laid my eyes on her.It wasn't until she got to me that I realised that the smell of Jasmine that lin

CHAPTER NINE

HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION/Dedun_Herself

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale is dominated by the perception of the conflicted nature of human life. . ." The voice of the female professor, who had her blonde hair tamed in an overly tight bun, thinned out.As my manicured fingers tapped against the surface of the desk impatiently, her face slowly blurred and the only thing I could see was the movement of her bright red lipstick and the gesticulations she made with her hands. I shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time, my eyes darting to and fro the theatre as a wave of paranoia engulfed me, consuming me from the inside out. The intense dread that washed over me had me throwing my head in different directions, now and then.And when my eyes singled her out in the room, I stopped breathing and my fingers grew shakier at the sight of the sadistic smirk that crawled up her lips. Cold sweat broke out on my skin and my stomach churned with nerves. The walls of the theatre felt like they were closing in on me, m

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