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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Head deep

Purple haze clouded my mind, taking away the ability to form coherent thoughts. All on my own, I tugged open JJ's button-up shirt, sent my hands exploring the planes of his chest. There was some hair there, just as golden and curly as on his head. There were scars, too, old and speaking about a history of violence. But vampires didn't scar. Only humans.

Somehow, that observation made the moment stand out sharper, more real. He was real, my helper, my guardian, my vampire, with all his charm and mysteries, with his history, with everything he said and didn't say, with everything he felt and didn't feel.