|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Look who grew wings!" the bunch of losers all huddled up beside the arched window that led into one of the lecture theatres whistled at me, causing me to tug harshly at the hem of my dress, miraculously hoping that it would grow a few inches.My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and irritation simmered through my veins, clashing with the surges of anger that brewed within me."Would you mind bending just a little?!" one of them yelled, but I didn't give a response to them or the snickers that were directed at me by other students lurking in the hallways. Instead, I quickened my steps in a haste to get out of there, wrapping my arms around myself.A strong sense of revulsion gripped me in the guts when the breeze swayed my dress a little. I didn't know what was more triggering. The catcalls and dirty stares I had been getting all day or the incessant echoes of the cruel words he hauled at me because of my dress choice, that night, at the party.I cursed inwardly, fi
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I might have forgotten just how breathtaking the neighbourhoods in Nocturneville could look in the evening. To be quite frank, if you wanted to bask in the allure and sheer beauty of the streets, evening, during sunset, couldn't have been more of a better choice.It was simply exhilarating to soak in the sight of the seemingly quiet surroundings that were bathed in the colourful glow of the sky, which struck me as the brush strokes of a painter on a canvas. A perfect blend of orange, red, pink and purple augmented the beauty of the green trees that occupied each side of the road, morphing into an aesthetical view I wanted to capture on paper or camera and ogle at it for the rest of eternity.The atmosphere, although eerily cold, was quite serene and allowed me to gather my thoughts. Thoughts I had been desperately trying to tuck somewhere and pretend they didn't exist. I had drowned it in work, getting busy, so I wouldn't get the chance to think, but I knew it was
From the moment our eyes clashed, and those lucid blue orbs weirdly tugged at my heartstrings, I knew she'd be a pesky little inconvenience and I was right. The kind of control she was beginning to have over me only made me despise her more than I did. Have you ever been in a position where you wanted to try your hardest to turn a blind eye to whatever was going on around you, but somehow, the complexity of the situation would beckon to you like a siren and before you know it, you are all tangled in an annoying web that you are unable to get out of?Not only did her smell invade my senses, not only did her eyes haunt me in my sleep, and not only did she have her presence somehow etched in my veins, but I also found myself poking my nose into something that was clearly not my concern.The night was getting darker, and the street was quieter than it was this evening. I could see it through the arched windows in the corner where I lurked in the bookstore, watching every customer file out
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I crouched to grab the carton of coffee beans but the band that held my hair together was suddenly yanked off it, allowing my hair to pour over my shoulders. Mocking sugary giggles came up behind me and I dropped the carton to the ground with a thud, not caring if it got damaged in the process. I spun around, my lips set in a thin line as I stared impassively at Stacey and Dana. Stacey's shimmering lips were curled in a taunting smirk as she flipped her red hair which was styled to perfection over her shoulder. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, laced with a hint of dare that was enough to tell me that all she wanted to do was rile me up.Dana was flat-out glaring at me, her eyes brimming with so much disgust as she twirled a strand of her hair around her fingers."What do you want?" I asked, utterly bored at their incessant poking. It was beginning to get boring. It was as if they had nothing exciting going on in their lives and they chose to make mine miser
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|I reluctantly ripped my fangs out of his neck, throwing my head backwards and trying to savour the taste of his blood, feeling it soothe every inch of my aching and scratchy veins. He stood still in my arms, blood oozing off his, luring me to keep drinking from him until he dropped dead, but I knew I had to keep a low profile.I didn't want to draw attention to myself merely weeks of studying at this school. But then, the more I stared at his pale skin smeared with blood, the harder my restraint waned and I had to let him go completely. I grabbed him by the jaw, his lifeless blue eyes peering into mine."Get that cleaned and get out before I rip your head off your neck," I ordered, and he nodded, walking out of the bathroom.I retrieved the bloody handkerchief I had tucked in my pocket, dabbing it on my lips to clear off any bloodstains hanging around it. I tucked it back in the pocket of my pants, fixed myself in front of the mirror and stalked out of the bath
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The heated glare that was etched on my face felt like it was flaming up the fireplace even more. I was so convinced that the crackling and popping sounds it made now and then were thriving under my burning gaze. The more I peered at it, the harder it burned like the rage I had bottled up in me, threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces at the slightest poke.It was the only source of light in the vast grey-themed Victorian room, illuminating it so dimly that my gaze could barely catch any other thing in the room—or it could be because I was far too immersed in my thoughts and wasn't in touch with my surroundings. I took a sip of my whiskey, throwing my head backwards on the chair I was slouched on, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions that ate me from the inside.The door creaked open slowly, but I didn't move from where I was seated. I knew it was Ophelia. She was, after all, the only person I lived with.Her floral scent filled up the room in no t
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|The door to Iris' room creaked open, causing me to look up from the book in my hands and my eyes met with that of one of the maids. Her eyes landed on me and relief coursed through her eyes. I flashed her a smile in return."Ma'am said—" "What the fuck is your problem?!" Iris growled and I almost shrunk into the headboard of the bed because of the raw vitriol her words were laced with.The maid immediately went pale and I swung my head in the direction of the tall girl that was just stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around her frame.If looks could kill, the terrified girl would have been six feet under. She looked so rattled, as if she was about to align her body with the surface of the door."Are you dumb?" she asked coldly, prowling forward and I took in a harsh gulp."Iris—" I tried to intercede."Stay out of it," she shunned me coldly without sparing me so much as a glance and that stung like a bitch, eliciting a low "wow." from me.
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Isn't this just perfect?" her cold voice froze up the entire room, dimming the temperature in folds and our heads simultaneously snapped towards the staircase where my best friend stood, leaning lazily on the support of the spiral staircase.She had her head tilted to the side, her bright red lips set in a grim line and she looked like some sort of dark queen in her body-fitting silk black dress. The blankness in her striking hazel orbs wasn't about to fool me because as cold as those eyes were, they were hints of warning hiding somewhere, making it very clear that she was ready to crush anyone who dared cross her path."The perfect dinner for the perfect family," she kept a straight face but her voice was dripping with mockery. "Oh, don't look so glum. I am here now, aren't I?" she rolled her eyes and began making her way towards us.Even though she dismissed the tension that hung in the room, the silence that loomed in the air was deafening. It was almost chok
|•| 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
|•| 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 |•|“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 |•| 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
|•| 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,
|•| 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
|•| 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
|•| 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
|•| 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'