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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546 Chs

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Soon the wheels of the carriage and the horses' hooves came to a halt in front of the large council building. The coachman stepped down from his seat and came to stand in front of the carriage door. But he didn't open it. 

Eve had never come by anywhere close to this place. Not just her, but any ordinary person, including those with a high social status, weren't allowed to come here as the place was only for people who worked here. The inner council members held privileges as the King and the Queen of their country. 

Looking away from the window, Eve turned to Vincent. She said, "People will see us."

"My reputation in my eyes doesn't scar easy, Ms. Barlow," one corner of his lips curled. He explained, "It is night and most of them are either working in their office or have already left. There's barely anyone to see us."

Vincent raised his hand towards the carriage door, about to knock, when he asked Eve, "Are your legs still there?"