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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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546 Chs

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Mr. Morris tried to save his face and tried to convince Vincent, 

"It wasn't I who tried to sway this woman's mind." He jerked his head towards Eve and said, "She was the one who tried to attack me out of nowhere, asking me if I murdered someone. You psychotic woman!" 

Eve defended herself, "I was heading back to the piano room when you dragged me into this room and threatened to kill me. It was the only reason why I even asked you that question, you barbaric man!" If Vincent had heard their conversation, she would have to make sure that he wasn't going to be suspicious of her earlier words. "You dare to put your hands on me," she blamed it back on Mr. Morris. 

Vincent's eyes moved to have a look at Eve's neck, where it held red lines around it. 

"I think Ms. Barlow is incorrect, don't you think, Mr. Morris?" Questioned Vincent, his eyes shifting back to look at the man, who finally stood up, but hunched his back as he was still in pain.