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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

Beginning of the Soiree

As they walked, Anaya couldn't help but stare at Eve, noticing the woman's beauty. Usually, the woman was dressed as a governess, but this evening, there was something very soft yet sharp with how Eve looked. But it was the beauty inside the human that she knew had caught Noah's attention. Noticing the she-wolf stare, Eve asked,

"Is something on my face?" And she touched her temple and cheek. 

"Oh, there's nothing. I was just seeing how beautiful you are, Eve," Anaya openly complimented Eve, which made the mermaid smile.

"You are too generous with your compliments, Anaya. I think you look lovely in that grey dress," Eve complimented the young woman. 

"And you are too kind," Anaya smiled and raised her head to look at the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. "This is a beautiful mansion, so old yet so neat with the details," she admired it, "How has work been?"