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My Vampire Assistant

“A boyfriend in a box. Do not keep under direct sunlight.” After the death of her father the antiquarian, Diana Daraeva struggled with the debt he left her together with his antiquities shop. Her dream of becoming a famous antiquarian was ready to be shattered by reality. Only a miracle could save it, but Diana didn’t believe in those. Not until she accidentally released a centuries old vampire from a sealed coffin in the store’s basement. Jean-Jacques, an embodiment of dangerous allure and mysteries, all hiding behind his suave smile, was Diana’s miracle. In return to Diana’s help, he offered Diana to help fulfil her dream—and she agreed. A best helper there could be—someone who was alive (or undead) when the antiquities of today were made. But when old and new enemies appear, crazy exes compete in the madness of their stunts, and hidden truths unveil, will Diana be able to grow into her heritage and find her place between the two worlds? And how long will she be able to escape Jean-Jacques’s temptations? ⠀⠀ ⠀ I stared at him like he just grew another head. “So basically, you chose to pursue me of all people because I'm so impossible for you to seduce, is it? You do realise that you only make your task harder right now?” “But that’s the whole point, ma chèrie! The longer the chase, the sweeter the prize.” Jean-Jacques’s smile turned positively sly, but damn if it didn’t make butterflies fly in my stomach. “What I will keep refusing? Forever?” “Well,” he clicked his tongue, “then this will be a first.” ⠀⠀ ⠀ [GOLD WINNER WPC #179] Slow burn, but fast updates~ Join my discord server for SPECIAL CONTENT - https://discord.gg/74h73Re2Ak

Garessta · Fantasy
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It took a moment for the recognition to set in, but I knew the exact moment when it did by the widening of the man's eyes and the gaping of his mouth. I grinned back, utmost pleased with my luck, and sat down at his table not bothering to ask for permission.

"Hello there. Long time no see."

The man took so long to catch his breath that I began to fear that he was choking. In the dim lighting of the bar, I watched how his unremarkable features moved from shock, to anger, to something closest to grim acceptance.

"You. What do you want with me now?" he asked before picking a pistachio from a small dish and fiercely biting down on it.

I eyed the pistachios. They looked quite tempting. My eyes rose to Avarice's nephew. And if I wanted this negotiation to go as I'd like it to, stealing them would actually work for me. It would help me establish dominance.