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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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Alfie carried a burning lantern in his left hand, which was hung in the air at the level of his head. He walked through the underground of the Moriarty mansion, where the walls were made of dark uneven stones. Not far behind him walked Vincent, his footsteps quieter than the paws of a feline.

The butler took out the key to the cellar in his right hand. Inserting the key in the gate slot, he turned it around and opened the grill-like gate of the cellar. 

"Light the place," Vincent ordered, and he went inside along with the butler, who bowed. 

The front part of the cellar was built with racks of different coloured bottles that held liquor, like treasure being stored for many years. When the butler lit the room by burning the torches placed against the wall, the place soon brightened and gave a golden hue-like glow.