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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"What are you doing?" Eve asked Vincent, taken aback by his carefree gesture, she asked him.

"Your words sounded as if you were waiting for me to praise you and tell you how proud I am, which I am," Vincent offered her a charming smile, and before she could swat his hand away from her head, he had already pulled it to his side. 

Eve gave him a small glare and said, "We should get back to digging the grave rather than chit chat."

"Would you prefer to dig the grave all by yourself?" Inquired Vincent, and the tip of Eve's shovel hit the ground, which was still in her hand. He stepped closer to her and asked, "You didn't think I was a kind person, did you?" 

Eve looked back at him and said, "I didn't."