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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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Wreath-Giving

Blessed be modern technology and praise the day when humans learnt how to put satellites in Earth's orbit. If not for these and the GPS on my phone, I'd never find the way back to the camp, even if it turned out to be just ten minutes of walking away.

Ten minutes was more than enough time to get lost in a forest without a map.

With the fern flower safe in my pocket—I was afraid I would crush it, but the red petals turned out to be resilient like rubber—I returned to the camp just in time to see the sky brighten with the pre-dawn light. The celebrations winded down by now, though there was still enough going on.

Even after I left the company of spirits, my imagination kept offering me ideas for the creatures that could be hiding in the dark. Any rustle felt sinister, but now, with the sound of merry songs on the air, I felt my tense shoulders relaxing.