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HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|The large grin on Iris’ face as she allowed the talk brunette to whisk her to a quieter hallway in the club mirrored the one on my face as I twirled my halfly-filled martini glass in my hands. I knew I had nothing to worry about and I knew she could take care of herself should the need arise, so there was nothing to worry about.She would never follow a guy she thought she couldn't handle if things went wrong.A lazy look was etched on my face as my eyes swept every inch of the space buzzing with an ear-splitting music from the background and the flashy neon lights that covered the wide expanse of the room, soaking everything and anyone in a colourful hue.The boredom perched on my shoulders made me glad about the fact that she was having fun way more than I was. At least, one of us didn't leave here miserable.I whirled around in my seat, turning to the bartender and chugging the remaining Martini down my throat. I pushed the glass towards him, flashing him a ch
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|It was funny how the darkness was one thing most of us were terrified of as kids but as we grew older, it became our escape. It became a form of solitude to cling to whenever we needed to get away from the outside world.Like I was currently doing.I didn't know if I had willingly immersed myself into oblivion but whatever it was, it was still, quiet and my mind felt absent. There was a sense of relief that was attached to being here. I got to hide away from the things I didn't want to think about or confront and I knew I could hang in here for as long as I wanted, denying the nightmare that had now become my reality.But even a feeling like this was fleeting because a stubborn invisible force incessantly tugged at me, wanting to yank me awake. At first, it was easy to resist but it was as though it knew that the more I lingered here, the more I retreated into my unconscious mind.Thus, when my eyes fluttered open, as slowly as they could ever be, and they connec
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|I could almost taste the relief on my tongue when I crept out of the shadows and saw the lights on in her room. My forehead automatically creased into a frown because, again, her windows weren't locked and her curtains were lazily pulled together, plunging my body into a reflex that made me clench my hands in a tight fist. But then, it soon dawned on me that my sense of protectiveness and anger right now was useless because my nature had driven a long-lasting wedge between us.I shut out those thoughts and moved swiftly across the street, closing the distance between the tree I was hiding behind and her apartment in a matter of seconds. A trail of excitement mixed with nervousness shot up my spine as I pushed the sheer curtains aside, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction that filled me up when I caught her scent that lingered in the room.It came with a sense of newness that left me starving for more. It was as though I hadn't smelt her in ages when
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|•|DESIRÉE DOYLE|•|“It's just paint.”“It's just paint,” I mumbled to myself, scrubbing my hands obsessively under the running water. My breath broke, tears filling up my eyes at my hopeless attempts to get the crimson splatters on my hands, smearing my weeks-old nails.It was like the harder I scrubbed, the more stubborn the stain grew.I couldn't decipher whether to be angry at the fine arts student who accidentally threw paint on me or direct my focus on getting the Goddamned stain away from my hands.“It's just paint. Get. Your. Act. Together. It's paint, fuck it!” I screamed, gripping the edge of the sink harshly. My frustration punched an ugly sob out of me, tears cascading my face in thick beads. I bit down on my lips which were coated in matte nude lipstick to submerge my sobs but the taste of the beauty product only spread through my mouth.I turned off the faucet, my hands rocking with tremors. Loud sniffs emitted from me, filling up the bathroom. I looked down at my staine
Last Updated : 2024-04-03HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|I heaved a sigh out of boredom, tossing my phone into my clutch. I picked up my tumbler, taking a sip from the little rum that was in the glass as my gaze travelled lazily across the room pulsing with energy.Again, in the sea of the drunken crowd and sweaty bodies, music blaring from the speakers hidden somewhere in this ridiculously large Penthouse with its living room bedazzled in red neon lights, my eyes caught his for the umpteenth time.I wasn't quite interested at first. That was because I was bored out of my mind and I was beginning to think that coming to this party was one of the worst decisions I had ever made. Not counting the fact that it was lame, but the energy around here was only ruining my vibe.However, the lean blonde seated amidst his loud friends wouldn't stop glancing at me since I stepped into this party, and given that boredom tends to make me cranky, I didn't see a reason I shouldn't put up with whatever it was he had in mind.So, with my
Last Updated : 2024-04-04HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
|•| IRIS CORTEZ|•|The reflexively husky, masculine voice eased into the room like a honey drizzling into a teacup, swiftly grabbing my attention more than it ought to. I froze, the whiskey bottle hanging in the air. I was definitely hallucinating. I mean, I knew I had been thinking of the guy a little too much lately but there's no way in hell he was here.“He is not here. He is not here.” I muttered to myself, trying to steady my shaky hands.“Ouch, does that work all the time?” he queried, sounding confused. I knew I was fast, but I didn't think I was fast enough to snap my head in the direction of the doorpost in what seemed like the blink of an eye.“Pretending that people are a product of your hallucination?” I saw one of his perfectly carved brows tug up a little, inquisition etched on his strong features.He didn't move a muscle from where he was leaning on the doorpost, his muscular frame eating up every inch of the opening behind him. His large
Last Updated : 2024-04-05HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I slipped into the Cafe, the thick glass door slamming itself shut behind me. I was instantly repulsed at the sight of the all-in-your-face decor and the bustling energy of my surroundings but I had skipped work enough to know that any other slip-up from me was going to be my ticket out of there, so I swallowed my revulsion, taking a step forward.My eyes instantly caught Charlotte's brown ones from across the room and her eyes lit up immediately. She threw me a childlike wave and my stiff lips stretched in a smile to reciprocate her excitement, even though she was the last person I wanted to be around right now.Charlotte had a way of being a pest with how inquisitive she could be whenever she sensed that something was going on with me. I wouldn't want to be the reason our friendship strains because I knew the new me wouldn't hesitate to go off on her if she pushed the wrong buttons.Funny how it has only been less than two weeks since my whole life crumbled and
Last Updated : 2024-04-08HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I hummed in satisfaction, wiggling my newly painted nails under the lights hanging over the Queen-sized bed of Iris’ room. I had doubts about trying red colour on my fingers but I didn't think it'd turn out so well. I giggled, picking up my book and throwing the covers over my head to continue reading.The door to the bathroom was abrasively flung open, causing me to push the covers off my body at once. With furrowed brows, my gaze flitted to the taller girl marching into her closet like a giant alien. A worried sigh escaped me, my eyes fixed intently on the entrance leading to the closet as I patiently waited for her to step out.Iris’ mood swings can be linked to two things. Her hormones and the possibility of someone getting on her nerves. It was either the first one or the second one. It could be both at times too and it always made her a ticking time bomb threatening to go off. However, call it a gut feeling or whatever, but I strongly believed that it wasn'
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The classical novel in my hands dived down on the list of things that grabbed my attention when I look up for the umpteenth time tonight.A view of sheer perfection unfolded before me.Her wavy honey blonde hair was swept up in a neat high ponytail, the strands swishing sideways as she bobbed her head occasionally, scribbling down in her hitting pad as her eyes drifted between the screen of her laptop and her note.Her full perfectly glossed lips were pulled in a light frown, her thick dark lashes fluttering now and then. Her blue eyes were overly luminous because of the blue lights oozing off the screen of the device.Her fair skin that could easily suffer a mark popped with an empyrean glow that was as bewitching as it was captivating.I couldn't get enough of her just sitting there and focusing on school work.Heck, I couldn't control the dark, possessive rage that swept through me for a moment because I wasn't the object of her attention
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“Do you want me to pick you two up later?” the chauffeur’s eyes strayed to us through the rearview mirror and I'm forced to look up from the book in my hands. My gaze intuitively flowed towards the dark-haired girl beside me as she worked her fingers through her voluminous curls that she surprisingly let down today, a black shade perched on the bridge of her nose.“No, Idris.” She met his eyes. “Just send my car over. Des and I will head back home together. “Come on.” She said to me, leading us out of the car.The car sped out of the parking lot in no time, leaving the two of us alone. My attention was fixated on the car awkwardly, watching it disappear into the busy streets of NocturneVille. “You have barely spent five minutes with me and you have a book in your hand already.” Iris spoke up sarcastically.My head snapped towards her, my eyes widening a fraction. “What? No! That's not true.”“Isn't it?” she hit me with her best intimidating yet subtle
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•| I didn't think the Castle was going to be empty when I returned. As much as Ophelia liked to step out for fresh air, she hated being in town. It was contrasting because even when she knew she wasn't particularly a fan of being outdoors, she'd still step out to feel connected to the world around her. She claimed that being outdoors was always too hostile for her—for her magic. But it didn't mean that if push came to shove, she wouldn't outrightly discard that and do whatever she needed to do. Just like she had been poking her nose in what wasn't her business recently. A necessary evil, she claimed. She wasn't in the garden and certainly wasn't in the woods either. So, there was only one place she could be. A place she hadn't been in about three decades now. The church. The populace that attended the NocturneVille Church had drastically reduced over the years. Most especially since people began turning up
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|•| DÉSIRÉE DOYLE |•|I stirred awake, catching a whiff of his aftershave lingering on the sheets that were carelessly wrapped around me.I pushed my hair off my face tiredly, my eyes drifting through the room, catching my panties lying carelessly away from the bed—a blush crept up my neck to my face—before it occurred to me that he wasn't in the room with me.Unlike the first time I woke up in bed with him to find him missing, I wasn't freaking out and going out of my mind. Instead, it gave me time to come to terms with the fact that we spent the entire night exploring our bodies. But somehow, I feared that it might not have been enough because I lacked experience in bed and I might not have been able to satisfy him last night.My chest twisted, and embarrassment washed over me. I didn't know why my insecurities decided to weaponize themselves against me, conjuring an image of a dark-haired bitch pleasing André in ways I never would. A frown mounted on my face, and I shook my head to
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|The moment those words left my lips, I knew I had just allowed everything else to go up in flames. I knew I was venturing towards an edge that'd change everything, but a huge part of me didn't care.Andre's eyes thickened with want, his breath shallow and heavy. I could see the restraint swimming in his eyes, even though his hunger for me was slowly overshadowing.“You have to understand that there's no coming back from this. Do you really want to risk everything and completely blur the lines between what we have?” he whispered.“I don't care. I am not going to stay in a world where you do not exist.” The weight of my words released a sharp breath from him, his eyes conveying his surprise.“You'll be the death of me.” His knuckles glided over the skin of my face in a dainty caress and my skin erupted in flames.I inched forward desperately, brushing his lips against my tentatively. With the way he crashed his lips against mine, stealing my breath from my lungs, I
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I drowned out the eerie silence trailing behind me from outside when I stepped into my apartment. I switched on the lights, tossing my bag somewhere in the disorganised space. My muscles and limbs ached from standing all day and I could barely feel my legs. The only thing I wanted to do was to get in bed and sleep the whole day.I shimmied out of my jeans, kicked off my sneakers, and sauntered into the kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water.I didn't miss how weird the atmosphere seemed when I came back to the living room. It flat-out felt like I was being watched, goosebumps creeping onto my skin. The coldness from the inside radiated outwards and I felt myself shiver from the effect. Even if I wanted to dismiss everything. I couldn't dismiss the sheer curtains that were blowing fiercely. I mentally cursed myself for forgetting to lock the windows.I suppressed a shiver, garnering the courage to advance forward. I hastily dropped my glass of water on the centr
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I hummed in satisfaction, wiggling my newly painted nails under the lights hanging over the Queen-sized bed of Iris’ room. I had doubts about trying red colour on my fingers but I didn't think it'd turn out so well. I giggled, picking up my book and throwing the covers over my head to continue reading.The door to the bathroom was abrasively flung open, causing me to push the covers off my body at once. With furrowed brows, my gaze flitted to the taller girl marching into her closet like a giant alien. A worried sigh escaped me, my eyes fixed intently on the entrance leading to the closet as I patiently waited for her to step out.Iris’ mood swings can be linked to two things. Her hormones and the possibility of someone getting on her nerves. It was either the first one or the second one. It could be both at times too and it always made her a ticking time bomb threatening to go off. However, call it a gut feeling or whatever, but I strongly believed that it wasn'
