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HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Bran!" an ardent smile descended on my face when my eyes landed on the masculine figure by the counter as I traipsed out of the store with a box of coffee beans in my hands. Charlotte had a grin etched on her face and I dropped the box, closing in on him and wrapping an arm around his muscular frame for a light hug. The dark-haired guy laughed almost squeezing me into a yarn of thread with his large arms."Desirée, it's so good to see you." He kissed my cheek and let me out of his grip.Brandon was just a couple of years older than Charlotte, his girlfriend. He works outside the city and doesn't get to see his girlfriend often. But whenever he wasn't in town, he made it a point of duty to check in on his girl. He made Charlotte so happy and the guy ticked the boxes of the perfect girlfriend. And I knew without a doubt that they were endgame for each other."It's been so long. It's good to see you too. When did you get back?" I asked, tucking my hair behind my e
Last Updated : 2023-10-25HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Shame," I tsked, staring at the cold, grey body on the floor and my eyes reverted to the head in my hands. The poor thing detached from her body after my ravenous feeding. "I think you are kind of pretty though," I paused, inhaling the mass of brown hair. "And your hair smells amazing." I kissed my teeth and tossed the head on the body.The bloody thing rolled off her satin-clad figure, soiling the floor and tainting the dry leaves that were dimly illuminated under the dark glow of the half-moonlight that shone in the woods.I retrieved a handkerchief from my pocket and dabbed it against my mouth. The smeared white cotton material followed right after the head that was standing a few feet from the body. I stalked forward and swiped the head back to meet the body with my foot, after which I took out a lighter from my pocket.I flicked the switch of the lighter, and a gust of fire surged out, but then I stopped when I remembered that I didn't have anything that co
Last Updated : 2023-10-26HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I grabbed a large slice of pizza from the box, taking a huge bite, and munching on it while savouring the taste of the heavily marinated flour-based goodness. I took a sip from my glass of unsweetened Greek yoghurt afterwards. I was almost home before I remembered that I was going to starve through the night if I didn't get takeout. I made a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow.'No, you won't. You always forget.' The tiny voice nagging at the back of my mind slithered to the surface to announce its never-ending presence.Shut up.After stuffing myself with some pizza, I put the food away and began typing on my system, letting my thoughts lead me. It was very seamless and that was a huge relief that I didn't have to worry about the perfect words coming together. I let loose and allowed myself to write.I was halfway through the next hooking paragraph when my doorbell cut through my train of thoughts, halting them. And just like that, I was back to square
Last Updated : 2023-10-27HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|This man would be my ruin. A perfect ruin at that, and I knew that if he was hell, I wouldn't hesitate to burn for him. That was how deep my feelings for him ran. That was how hard he had his claws sunk into the very core of my soul.I didn't know what made this moment more intense. If it was the feathery touches that breezed through my skin now and then, or if it was the uneven breaths that emitted us as our noses and lips brushed against each other, now and then, achingly. It was a sick form of tease. We both wanted each other but we were still holding back, clinging onto the waning restraint that hung between us while I straddled him.A consuming heat danced across my skin as a result of how emotions seemed to have shrunk the room into the size of a matchbox, the air rippling with so much sexual tension that I could barely breathe. It was so frustrating but I loved every bit of it.André held me around my waist in a way that was so soft, yet possessive, his
Last Updated : 2023-10-31HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I turned on my side, causing the covers to roll off my body. The chilly breeze that swept through the contours of my skin made me shiver softly and my eyes fluttered open. On reflex, my palm reached for the space beside me, feeling it up, and hoping to glide back and forth on a taut, masculine body but all that greeted me was a cold space. A weird sense of awareness kicked in, alerting my brain and I jolted upright. Every ounce of sleepiness cleared off my face. My eyes flitted through the room frantically, my heart picking up a faster pace."No," I whisperedHe promised to stay. He said he wasn't going to leave. I could see it in his eyes that he meant it. With my clammy hands, I threw the covers off my body and slipped on my huge tee that was lying on the floor.I checked the bathroom. He wasn't there.Racked with panic, and with wobbly legs, I bolted out of the room. However, I didn't get too far when the neatness of the living room grabbed my attention, cau
Last Updated : 2023-11-01HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The absorption of the sun by the horizon unfurled a splash of red, orange, and yellow on the face of the earth. The blend bestowed a golden hue on the woods, indicating that it was already dusk.I was plagued by an intense separation anxiety that made me yearn for when I could get to be with her again. Left to me, I wanted to keep her all to myself, in a place where only I could have access to her at any time I wanted. Earlier, she didn't have to tell me before I knew how crestfallen she was that I had to leave.But I made a promise to her—one I intend to keep—that I was going to come back. These past few days without her before we reconciled felt like an eternity where I had to watch myself alienate from humanity. She kept me sane, just as much as she accelerated my pulse.She was a drug, an intoxicating addiction.She was a pesky little inconvenience that I was beginning to embrace. She was the closest thing to redemption I had felt in two centuries becaus
Last Updated : 2023-11-02HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FORTY
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Were you just smiling?" Iris' teasing voice made me look up from the jotter I was scribbling on. Our gazes locked and the fascination etched in her taunting brownish-green eyes threw my cheeks into action. They flat-out betrayed me by growing red beneath her gaze."What? No!" I denied it immediately, unable to get my cheeks back to its normal colour. I was biting down on my lips to hold back a smile."Yes, you were!" she wagged her finger at me from where she stood beside Mama Marie who was checking the sauce on the gas cooker.The older woman chuckled."Iris, leave the girl alone." Mama Marie chided her playfully."And why would I do that?" the taller girl cocker a brow, tossing the napkin in her hands somewhere before she began making her way towards me where I was seated in front of the kitchen island."Is there anything you are not telling me?" her teasing smile still played on her lips as she sunk her fingers into her curls that were let down in their natur
Last Updated : 2023-11-13HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I think longing has to be one of the most underrated emotions. We tend to overlook just how much it could munch at one's soul and make you feel incomplete. That emotion and separation anxiety was a volatile combination. And I think what made it more dangerous was how it ate at you slowly, almost unnoticeable at first until that voidness is all you can think of.I was happy. I was happy that the kind of love I wanted, I finally had it and I was sane enough to know that it was real. I knew I only just met him, but his presence had sort of eradicated any thought of being with any other person and thinking of them as an endgame for me. I knew without a doubt that he was an endgame for me. What I had with him, I didn't want it with anyone else.But then, doubts had begun creeping in because I hadn't seen him since the moment we shared that morning in my kitchen. It had lodged a lot of questions within me, stirring my insecurities like a pot of arsenic that poisone
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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
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'
