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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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264 Chs

The highway to (buroucracy) Hell

Elder Elena wasn't really that old. Just on the younger side of her fifties, by my rough estimate. She had all fashion choices of a person who knew that they weren't in their best years anymore, though: wavy dull-brown hair cut to her chin, a blouse without a hint of bright colours, and pale pink lipstick that could've as well not be there. Maybe she was actually just in her forties, and I only thought she was in her fifties because of all that.

At the sight of me, Elena beamed with both politeness and genuine joy and stood up from her desk to greet me. "Ah, Diana! I'm so glad you found time to get there, after all. I wanted to give you a tour of the grounds and discuss the details of your membership. For now, let me get your medallion."

"Medallion?" I asked, watching Elena hustle around cupboards of her office desk. She opened one with a key she fished out of her pocket and pulled out a chain with something dangling from it. I walked up to her to take a better look.