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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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Eve opened her wet eyes with a slight surprise because this was the first time he called her name and didn't refer to her as daughters or calling by Marina or Nerissa's name. He said, 

"I have always wanted to meet you again. To cherish those moments that had faded in my memories when you were born."

With Eve's palms on Anchor's back, she saw flashes of memories that passed before her eyes. In one of the flashes, she saw Anchor and her mother… her mother Rebecca Barlow. She whispered, 

"You were always my father…"

Anchor pulled away from their embrace, and he said to her, "I had to make sure that you were safe. I was always with you, Eve."

Eve's eyebrows furrowed because she hadn't expected her father to be Anchor in both of her lives. She pursed her lips because if he was always there, he could have protected them from the beginning then waited until now. She asked him,