ALLURE

chapter 7 ( part 1)

She didn't dare look his way after that, she felt too embarrassed of her desires, too scared of her own mind.

As promised he was taking her to her home, she could faintly recognise the road and landmarks now. Even though he didn't give her much to be suspicious about him she was still skeptical and on guard.

She didn't speak a single word, neither did he. She had a thousand more questions in her mind, each time she found the courage to ask, she would get horror flashbacks of his glowing red eyes and malicious yet calm voice.

It was strange, the words he spoke, the care he showed for her, and the way he behaved was too strange.

He said that his intentions were pure, and would never harm her but how could that be possible, it wasn't. There must be something that he was unwilling to tell her.

On top of that, he was a beautiful man, so gorgeous she had only heard about this kind of alluring beauty in books and novels, his emerald eyes had otherworldly charisma.

It was impossible to not feel the slightest bit of attraction towards him, she was convinced that he wasn't human, if nothing else then his handsomeness was proof of it.

Before she knew it, he had already delivered her to her run down haunted looking house, she so proudly liked to call her home.

Some part of her was embarrassed, he was handsome, tall and with exceptionally luxurious silver blonde hair and lived in a Victorian manor where everything, even the golden plates looked like they were carved by the finest artist.

And there was her house.

She sighs as she remembers that she didn't even thank him. At first she was highly skeptical and scared, she was convinced that he was an attractive serial killer who would be the reason behind her brutal death. That she would go down in history with the headline that says ' the most luckiest unlucky person who died at the world's most handsome stranger and was never found again. '

But the reality couldn't be more opposite, throughout their ride, he behaved like a rare gentleman she would see in periodic dramas. His actions, his etiquette, his words and even the way he speaks everything about him was chivalrous and noble.

He even got out of the car first to hold a door for her, helped her out with the softest touch around her delicate wrist. In the dark of the manor she could faintly see his pale skin and define features and now under the gloomy daylight glow she couldn't help but stare a little more.

Her instinct was telling her to get a little bit closer, hold his hand a little tighter and keep him forever with her and never let him go ever again.

Again the feeling of being out of place and disheveled caught up to her. She had never experienced such a longing before, it left her confused, helpless and somewhat disgusted by her own self.

She jerked both of her hands away from him not sparing him a glance she decided to walk away.

Even though he bore an indifferent attitude and expressionless face, anyone could tell that something was off with him. She failed to notice these details until finally as she was about to enter the house, she felt his sweet glare, and bitter longing.

Many times she thought to turn around to have a final peek at him, step by step she was finally in front of the main door, she opened it, slowly, her heart felt heavier than ever before. She didn't want to leave him out alone, but she wouldn't want to stay there with him either.

Reluctantly she slowly turned around to look back at him only to realize that he was gone.

A cold breeze swept through between the space where he was standing not long before, the leaves on the road along with dirt flew around wildly, making her realize how she was alone again in this dark place.

Her cheeks were glowing with red tint, her white dress clinged to her figure, flared bottom brushing against the wind, her dark long hair danced in all directions and with wet eyes she starred in the darkness of the forest only to find nothingness of nature.

If anyone saw her right now they would surely be lost in her exceptional siren beauty, just like she was.

In the middle of nowhere surrounded by dark trees and stormy wind, with her white dress on she looked like a painting of tempting, enticing siren that had capability to lure out the smartest of predators.

Truly her beauty was one of a kind, unresistable and unforgettable.

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Thank you for reading everyone. 🩷

I know this chapter is too small, I procrastinated for the entire week and then wrote this just today. I hope you all will like it. 🩷

I promise I will do better next time. 🩵

By the way, our girl Eliza yes she is young but her beauty is more mature and siren type rather than innocent.

She has sharp features and sharp eyes, her face gives more of Royal dark queen vibe rather than princess.

She is also tall, slender and pale with long, dark wavy hair.

That's how I like to imagine her after all she is a mate of the wicked prince.

I don't think innocent type beauty will suit her.

What do you all think? Let me know in the comments.

Thank you again for stopping by. 🩷🩵