HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION
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Nocturne Ville, as beautiful as the mystery city might be, has always been a magnet for supernaturals in an alternate America. Although neighbouring cities dismissed the bizarre happenings as fables, its citizens knew that there was more to the lovely metropolis than meets the eye, but they preferred to be oblivious to the reality. It was much simpler. There she was in the centre of it all. Desirée Doyle, who had the gentle and luminous aura of an empyrean creature, was divided between accepting the obvious reality and remaining convinced that everything was a myth. All she cared about was finishing college and escaping Nocturne Ville, which was the source of all her problems. Desirée was just interested in keeping her head down as usual, but the appearance of the intriguing André Baudelaire, a Vampire, appeared to be the solution to the hole she had always felt. Their encounter made Desirée rethink everything she had always believed, entangling them in a web of hot passion that André was determined to deny to the ends of the world, given his hatred for commitment as a result of his instability over decades. How can a quiet girl who has always felt incomplete manage the supernatural world? Will she accept the heat and commotion that comes with it, or will she flee to the hills?
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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'
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I slipped into the Cafe, the thick glass door slamming itself shut behind me. I was instantly repulsed at the sight of the all-in-your-face decor and the bustling energy of my surroundings but I had skipped work enough to know that any other slip-up from me was going to be my ticket out of there, so I swallowed my revulsion, taking a step forward.My eyes instantly caught Charlotte's brown ones from across the room and her eyes lit up immediately. She threw me a childlike wave and my stiff lips stretched in a smile to reciprocate her excitement, even though she was the last person I wanted to be around right now.Charlotte had a way of being a pest with how inquisitive she could be whenever she sensed that something was going on with me. I wouldn't want to be the reason our friendship strains because I knew the new me wouldn't hesitate to go off on her if she pushed the wrong buttons.Funny how it has only been less than two weeks since my whole life crumbled and
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
|•| IRIS CORTEZ|•|The reflexively husky, masculine voice eased into the room like a honey drizzling into a teacup, swiftly grabbing my attention more than it ought to. I froze, the whiskey bottle hanging in the air. I was definitely hallucinating. I mean, I knew I had been thinking of the guy a little too much lately but there's no way in hell he was here.“He is not here. He is not here.” I muttered to myself, trying to steady my shaky hands.“Ouch, does that work all the time?” he queried, sounding confused. I knew I was fast, but I didn't think I was fast enough to snap my head in the direction of the doorpost in what seemed like the blink of an eye.“Pretending that people are a product of your hallucination?” I saw one of his perfectly carved brows tug up a little, inquisition etched on his strong features.He didn't move a muscle from where he was leaning on the doorpost, his muscular frame eating up every inch of the opening behind him. His large
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|I heaved a sigh out of boredom, tossing my phone into my clutch. I picked up my tumbler, taking a sip from the little rum that was in the glass as my gaze travelled lazily across the room pulsing with energy.Again, in the sea of the drunken crowd and sweaty bodies, music blaring from the speakers hidden somewhere in this ridiculously large Penthouse with its living room bedazzled in red neon lights, my eyes caught his for the umpteenth time.I wasn't quite interested at first. That was because I was bored out of my mind and I was beginning to think that coming to this party was one of the worst decisions I had ever made. Not counting the fact that it was lame, but the energy around here was only ruining my vibe.However, the lean blonde seated amidst his loud friends wouldn't stop glancing at me since I stepped into this party, and given that boredom tends to make me cranky, I didn't see a reason I shouldn't put up with whatever it was he had in mind.So, with my
HER 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
HER 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
HER 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
HER PERFECT RUIN, HIS PERFECT REDEMPTION CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
|•| 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
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