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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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Prince Charming

During my brief investigation on the man, I've read that he was quite young for the level of wealth he had—only in his early thirties. I've seen his photo, too. Still, it didn't do the guy justice. If there was a rich, but handsome CEO prince of the twenty-first century anywhere, Denis was it. Not a king. I was positive that he got most of his wealth from his parents, so a prince.

But a prince he was, in his white shirt and blue tie and with slightly ruffled chestnut hair. The man looked like a perfect man in the eyes of most women was supposed to—stunning, but not like he didn't care for his looks on purpose. I knew, though, that this was not something you could really achieve without working for it one way or another. Some people had to hit a gym, some had to meticulously untangle their hair every day, and some had to shave every six hours.