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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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In the town of Meadow, a fancy-looking carriage entered and rode on the streets before coming to a stop in front of Dawson's residence. In the haste of wanting to open the carriage door as quickly as he could, the coachman lost balance and fell. But he quickly stood up and opened the door for the temperamental vampiress. 

Rosetta placed her fancy shoe on the dry ground of Meadow and then the other before looking around. She ordered the coachman, 

"Stay here and don't go anywhere. I will be back in some time." 

"Yes, milady," the coachman bowed, standing by the carriage. 

Eve's neighbour Mrs. Edwards heard the sound of the carriage, and even after being publicly humiliated, her eyes moved towards the window as if itching to move towards the window.She said to her husband, who was reading the newsletter, "It seems like the Dawson's have a visitor."