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HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“Are you sure you'd be fine on your own?” Iris squinted her eyes at me worriedly. I couldn't fight back the urge to roll my eyes at how dramatic she was acting. It was very ironic that I was the one who ought to be freaking out about her—not like I am not—and not the other way around.I wish I could say that she had learnt to tone down her protectiveness when it comes to me but she hasn't. If anything, it only got worse.“Iris,” I groaned at the dark-haired girl whose face was splayed on the screen of my phone. “This is like the fifth time you are calling me today and I have barely had three classes. Aren't you even supposed to be resting or your cramps have found a way to feel less deadly?” I queried her, drowning out the noise that was coming from the students hanging around the hallways in the background as I weaselled my way through the sea of crowds.“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, pulling the covers up to her chest. “I just feel really guilty that I couldn'
Last Updated : 2023-12-28HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The prominent golden glow of the sun that hung low on the horizon kissed her skin with a subtlety that made my breath hitch as my fingers darted up to her palm to interlock themselves with her fingers while I kept her in place with my other palm resting on the small of her back.It was like gazing at an artistic piece with the way the lavender, red, and orange streaks of hue were scattered across the surface of the clouds, bathing the garden of peonies in its colourful glow. The burst of colours reflected on the soft pink colour of the flowers, syncing with the colour of her blush pink tulle dress.Her eyes were as bewitching as they were striking, appearing to be the only contrasting feature in her appearance because the sea of electric blue shone like a reflection of light on glass. Her hair was swept around one side of her neck, beaming a shade of golden-orange under the setting sun.As I allowed my eyes to linger on her collarbone, zeroing in on her neck a
Last Updated : 2024-01-03HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|I wouldn't do that if I were you.”The tenderness of the sinister voice that came up behind me made my eyes flit to the mirror where I caught sight of the familiar dark-haired witch behind me. Her dark hair was in a lush cascade, syncing with her black dress and lips that were coated in dark lipstick. She locked like some regal dark force from a fairytale book—a dark angel perched on my left shoulder.“What's happening?” I asked, my voice brittled.“Isn't it obvious?” she arched a brow at me, pushing me to own up to the greatest sins I had ever committed.“No, no, no, no!” I growled, clearing the vanity table in one sweep. I let out a gut-wrenching scream, gripping the edge of the vanity table tightly. My breath came out in unstable puffs.“You killed her.”She divulged those words and they hit me with a renewed sense of force that punctured me like a swift stab to the chest. I spun around, my eyes catching her cold, still, and bloodied frame on the bed. Shive
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“I have loved you for a thousand years, Evangeline! Do you really think that one weak, scrawny human is going to suddenly come into the picture and ruin all that? Our never-ending cycle of reincarnation proves that we are meant for each other. How can you not see that?!” “No, no, no. Something is missing about the tone.” I groaned, pushing aside the jotting pad in my hands.Who knew writing a love confession would be this hard? My heart sank as I cancelled out the dialogue I had just written for the umpteenth time. I had been at this for days, hoping to nail the effect I was going for but every dialogue found a way to be different. The inconsistency in their pattern was hindering me from figuring out the one thing that was missing in that conversation.'Maybe it's a break you need' My subconscious chipped in its unsolicited opinion.“I can't take a break. I don't want to take a break.” I muttered harshly in response as though it were here.'Or you just don't wa
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|•| 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
Last Updated : 2024-01-20HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
|•| 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
Last Updated : 2024-02-12HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY
|•| 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
Last Updated : 2024-02-23HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
|•|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
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“So, do you sleep?” I asked the grey-eyed man leaning against the kitchen cabinet. A curious smile pulled at the corner of my lips.He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You are very curious, aren't you?”“Hey!” I chided him, laughing as I chopped the bell peppers on the tray. “You can't blame me. I have had a lot I have been wanting to ask you.” I defended myself with a Cheshire grin.It was nightfall. André and I were in the kitchen in the Castle. I was staying over at his place and he told me he wanted to cook me dinner. I didn't oppose but I strongly wanted to help out. I didn't just want to sit upstairs and leave the cooking to him alone. I'd be bored out of my mind.I knew I could have chosen to catch up on the books I wanted to read but a huge part of me wanted to spend time with him.I'd have asked him since I found out about what he was but let's just say we have been too busy catching up. André was insatiable. He want
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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
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SEVENTY
|•| 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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|•| 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 dead recently. So much for having faith,
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
|•| 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
HER 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'
