Chanel Rogue Allure.
She admired the bright, red lipstick in her hand. She put it back in the drawer. Too bad; it will be of no use today.
"Ugh. Another blind date", she thought. The last one had been a disaster. She had carefully picked her last date (on some dumb dating app) and had found herself sitting before a skinny, impish guy with an unbelievably long beard. And he was in middle school! In other words, he was totally not her type.
She looked at herself in the mirror. A fair-skinned girl of an average height with long black hair, and deep brown eyes stared back at her. She wore a short, purple cocktail dress with net sleeves. Being curvy in the right places, she often received glances down the street. Her previous, "imp" date had completely fallen for her and was quite hard to escape from.
"This time, I hope it is someone better" she thought, "and useful".
She wanted information that didn't lead to a dead end.
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Cazadora
General FictionNatasha Azelaert is a 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 - a demon hunter. Yes. Demons, faeries, vampires, werewolves exist; shielded from human eyes by magic. On her quest to find her missing parents, Natasha meets others like her. She fights demons, falls in love, m...
