Dead Dessert
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture45m
Dernière publication mer., févr. 28, 2024
The air was thick with the aroma of simmering sauces and roasting meats as Alice stepped into the dimly lit interior of L'Assiette d'Hadès. The restaurant exuded an aura of elegance and mystery, its walls adorned with paintings of mythological scenes and its tables draped in crisp white linens.
As she made her way through the bustling dining room, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement. This was her chance to prove herself, to carve out a place for herself in the heart of Paris, even if it meant starting as a replacement waitress in one of the most renowned establishments in the city.
Her gaze fell upon her new boss, Claude, a man whose steely demeanor and piercing gaze sent shivers down her spine. There was something unnerving about him, something that hinted at depths of darkness hidden beneath his polished exterior.
But then there was Julien, her fellow waiter, whose warm smile and playful demeanor provided a stark contrast to Claude's coldness. He was quick to welcome her into the fold, his easygoing nature serving as a beacon of light in the shadowy world of L'Assiette d'Hadès.
As Alice embarked on her journey through the maze of the restaurant, little did she know the tangled web of intrigue and desire that awaited her. For within the confines of L'Assiette d'Hadès, passions would ignite, loyalties would be tested, and the boundaries between love and obsession would blur beyond recognition. And amidst it all, Alice would find herself at the center of a dangerous game, where the stakes were nothing less than her heart and soul.
Warning: This book contains scenes of violence and gore, as well as themes of obsession and manipulation, etc. Reader discretion is advised.
Book is inspired by the game Dead Plate.
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