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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

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Angels and sharks

"Shortly" in Prince's language meant "by the time you will return home if you get stuck in traffic jam". I got stuck in a traffic jam, then I missed my stop because of the crowd in the bus, waited ten minutes for a bus to take me a stop back, realised that I would've got home faster on foot and was a hundred meters away from the stop when I saw a bus I was waiting for drive by.

The sight of delivery men unloading boxes and (of course!) more flowers, while JJ talked with, presumably, their supervisor, didn't increase my rotten mood, but it did bring relief on the supervisor's face. As soon as he noticed me, his attention shifted from JJ, who hid in the house's long shadow from the rays of the evening sun, to me.

"You must be Diana Daraeva! Please, sign there." He offered me a delivery form and a pen. "Three chairs, a sofa, and a bouquet. Will you need help to get it inside?"