|•| 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
|•| 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
|•| 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
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
|•| 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
|•| 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
|•| 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
|•| 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