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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 third option out of two

For a few minutes, the air around our table was silent. Everyone was deep in thought, or at least, like me, tried to muster any productive thoughts. Instead of these, my mind kept returning to the sight of Andrey with a knife last night, his handsome face darkened by anger, his grey eyes murderous. Like that, he was a stranger to me. A complete stranger.

Even so, even if HE was a killer… I wasn't. Not like that, not in cold blood, and not even in hot one. It was hard enough to watch other people kill and die, even when they objectively deserved it and nothing less—even if there could've been nothing less. But to raise the blade myself…

"You know, Diana," Panda suddenly spoke, "Maybe we are so deep in all this supernatural stuff we forget that there are normal solutions that normal people use. Which says something about me, considering that I never wanted to get into this supernatural stuff in the first place."