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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

Worry of the little vampiress

Eve didn't know how this happened. One moment she had been safe, where Lady Annalise despised her presence in the mansion, and the next moment she was ordered to attend the ball. 

"Master Vincent, please," Eve pleaded with him because she had never attended a ball, less a ball hosted by the family of night creatures. 

Vincent stared at her, "Something the matter? Unless you have suddenly acquired a sense of fear towards my kind," he hit the bull's eye. 

"It's not that," Eve denied, and her words caught Vincent's curiosity. 

"What is it then?" His cold coppery eyes stared right into hers. When Eve took a second more than the response time he expected from her, he said, "You should be happy that the woman decided to invite you. Word has it that my dearest mother has decided to not complain about you for the next few months because of some sort of agreement. These are your days of peace, Miss Barlow. Yet here you are worried."