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HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Thank you," I mumbled to the waiter who had been prancing around the gallery, snatching a champagne flute from the tray. I think that's like my third glass or something but I couldn't care less because I was already high enough by being in the arms of the man I loved as he led us around Nocturne Ville's gallery.André thought it fitting that I needed to de-stress and I needed some time away from my laptop to get in touch with the outside world and tap into my inspiration. He figured that the only way we could do that was if he took me to the art show at the gallery and it was nothing short of amazing.And by figured, he had a package anonymously delivered to me, and he showed up afterwards to ask me himself. I was a little reluctant but it was safe to say that the guy was 'very convincing' with his hands and mouth.I really needed to get away from writing.The Nocturne Ville gallery took the Gothic aura that the city had always had, into play, and they went all
Last Updated : 2023-12-17HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Des, where the hell are you?""I will be there in a second. I promise," I said to Charlotte, who was on the other end of the phone, struggling to balance the heavy books in my hands, as well as my backpack and the phone I had pressed between my shoulder and my ears."Just get here on time. Tania is really pissed," she responded."When has she ever not been pissed? I'll see you soon. I'd have been there a while ago but I had to pick up some books for school work at the library." I told her, mouthing an apology to the person I bumped into as I raced down the stairs."Okay," she hung up.I skillfully tucked my phone in my back pocket, pulling the books to my chest.As I exited the library building, I was met with a bustling environment that crawled with students, who had just finished their classes. The heavy crowd and the distorted chattering coming from every angle made my skin crawl, heightening my need to leave this premises. I knew what crowds like this meant
Last Updated : 2023-12-19HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|Have you ever been so angry to the point where you feel every one of your insides boil over, and all you want to do is smash someone's face into the wall?Yeah, well that is how I currently feel.As I stood there earlier and watched her tell me that I was going to have to do my presentation all over again because she thought it wasn't the best I could come up with, all my brain could conjure was a thousand quickest ways I could murder her without having it traced back to me.In her words, "You are a very bright student, Iris. But you haven't been yourself lately and that's the reason I am giving you this rare second chance to prove yourself worthy to me again."Who the fuck cares about a second chance? I just wanted to be over and done with the damn thing.I didn't even know what was more infuriating. Redoing my presentation or the fact that I found it excessively hard to focus on one thing these days. Shutting a huge part of my memories out had always been so seam
Last Updated : 2023-12-20HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I was sucked into the dimness of the ridiculously large Victorian Grey-themed room when my eyes fluttered open. The primary source of light was the silvery glow of the moonlight that filtered into the room through the arched windows behind the king-sized bed, which had its curtains pulled to the side.The room, although soaked in the celestial glow, wasn't completely illuminated because some areas of the large room were still a little bit dark. But the bigger and taller man who had his arm draped possessively around me seemed to be the centre of attention for the lighting that descended upon the room because he glowed like diamonds under the night sky.His silky hair was a messy mop atop his head, bringing a light tint to my cheeks as I remembered how I had fisted them really hard earlier when he had his mouth on me. I had grown to realise how his face seemingly displayed more emotions when he was asleep than when he was awake. The look on his face depicted a stat
Last Updated : 2023-12-27HER 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
Last Updated : 2024-01-05HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
|•| 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
Last Updated : 2024-01-19
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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
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
|•| 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
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
|•| 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
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
|•| 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'
